Is it just a title, after all? Does he need to be like this?
Before she could recover, his voice rang out again.
"If this continues, I can't guarantee that this dress won't shatter in my hands!" He lowered his gaze, glancing at the white dress she was wearing...
The seemingly emotionless voice was full of an unspoken threat...
The dress... Hearing his words, Su Xingyue's face changed.
She immediately thought of the dress that she pitifully had torn apart by him before the premiere...
Her heart instantly tightened.
Because she knew, this man was capable of anything!
This dress was her mother's favorite, and she needed to wear it to the award ceremony tomorrow; it couldn't be ruined by him!
While she was hesitating, the man's hand had already reached her waist, his large hand poised to act...
"Nan Yuling, don't... don't be impulsive!" Su Xingyue shivered, quickly speaking out.
"Call out, or... not?" Nan Yuling raised an eyebrow, patiently asking her.