Spitfire or the Truth?

Gu Pianpian, who had paused, locked eyes with Huo Qing'ang, her expression direct and penetrating. With a hoarse throat, she let out a faintly mocking laugh, "Why?"

Huo Qing'ang remained silent for a moment, his eyes laden with layers of somberness and his gaze icy as a blade. His voice, cold and sharp, eventually spoke, "It's easy to give people the wrong impression."

"The wrong impression?" Gu Pianpian was momentarily bewildered, and the smile on her lips, which had been tinged with amusement, now bore traces of confusion and curiosity. "What do you mean by the wrong impression?"

"The contract is very clear. If either party develops an undesired emotion, divorce will immediately become an option," Huo Qing'ang glared at her, his expression somber and cautious, his brows furrowed with seriousness and a dangerous signal in his icy eyes.