However, no one mentioned this man's name in the auction market just now. Of course, it was impossible for her to remember this man's name.
"How do I know your name?"
"Say it again." Xia Houfeng's eyes sharpened, and his tone suddenly turned cold.
I just don’t know his name, so there’s no need to be so angry, right?
Jiang Nanyan shrank her neck and defended herself anxiously, "I'm not a god, so of course I can't know your name!" [
The carriage fell into silence for a moment.
After a while, Xia Houfeng raised his eyebrows, his expression extremely unhappy, and his handsome face was almost ferocious, "You must play like this?"
Jiang Nanyan was frightened by his expression.
He wanted to escape, but was tightly locked in a small area by Xia Houfengli's arms.
She could only shrink back desperately until her entire back was pressed against the inner wall of the carriage.
"I'm not playing!" Jiang Nanyan said with a trembling voice, "I really don't know your name."
Xia Houfengli was condescending and stared at her with burning eyes.
"What are you looking at?" Jiang Nanyan thought she had been exposed, and subconsciously tightened her cloak.
"I said, you are my slave girl." Xia Houfeng said lazily.
Then, he retracted his arms, sat aside, closed his eyes to rest, and stopped talking.