Before Shu Jingrong could react, he had already stepped forward and grabbed Quan Shaohuang's sleeve, looking at him intently.
Before she could stop the strength in her hand, she ripped off a piece of his sleeve with a "hiss" sound. The excellent material fell into her hand, and it felt unreal.
She quickly grabbed his arm and stopped him from walking any further.
"What are you doing? If word gets out like this, you're not afraid of being misunderstood!" Quan Shaohuang's eyes were dark, and his cold voice made people feel strange.
Shu Jingrong raised her eyebrows and curled her lips: "The misunderstanding has been spread for a long time and cannot be spread again. When has it not been spread? I have nothing to worry about, but you can't leave."
Quan Shaohuang went to break her hand and held his own, his expression cold and expressionless: "Let go!"
Shu Jingrong tugged on her hand harder: "Hold on, my reputation has been ruined by you, are you still planning to walk away now? How could such a cheap thing happen? I have never done anything so costly.
"
He paused, but the blackness in his eyes remained: "Compensation? The two bottles of icy spring water you just took are already worth tens of millions of taels. If you lose money like this, what else are you going to ask for? I'll give it to you.
That’s you.”
Shu Jingrong pursed her lips, and immediately and confidently put her other hand up, holding his arm tightly with both hands.
"That's a good relationship. I think you owe me a lot. Look at how bad you made my reputation before. You thought that a little bit of broken spring water could offset it. What you think is quite beautiful.
"
Quan Shaohuang's eyes became colder and colder: "What do you want?"
Shu Jingrong raised her eyebrows, looked sternly, and snorted coldly: "Humph, I want you!"
His eyes were as dark as obsidian, and the fog began to spread in an instant, looking at her with a sense of confusion and shock.
With this sound, the corner of Shu Haotian's mouth twitched, and even the folding fan swinging in Tianqi's hand almost fell to the ground. Both of them looked at Shu Jingrong with surprised expressions.
The one with a more complicated expression was a disciple of the Holy Snow Mountain. Everyone, including the senior sister, was stunned on the spot.
"What did you say? Say it again!"
Quan Shaohuang's voice was hoarse and low, and he looked at her with twinkling eyes. His voice was so low that only the two of them could hear it.
Shu Jingrong glanced at his expression and suddenly wondered if this man was awake now.
"If you have anything to say, listen if you hear it. If you don't hear it, pull it down! I said it so loudly and you didn't even hear it. I guess I can take it back." Shu Jingrong curled her lips, looking like she was about to regret it.
She simply let go of her hands holding his arms and turned around to walk back to her original position.
The black fog in Quan Shaohuang's eyes gradually dissipated, and he stretched out his hand and took her whole body into his arms.
He looked at her with expectation in his eyes, and his tone seemed to be a bit bewitching: "Say it again, be good!"
"Did not say!"
Let her say it again, she can't afford to lose this person.
Quan Shaohuang looked at her thoughtfully, the blackness in his pupils dissipated, the flickering light made people look at her, and the terrifying pressure completely dissipated at this moment.
He couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth. He stretched out his hand to straighten her messy hair and glanced at his torn sleeves: "Hey, this dress... is a bit expensive!"
