Nangong Liuyun quietly watched as Su Luo deliberately distanced herself from him. His expression grew terrifyingly somber, as if he was holding back an invisible anger. However, when he observed her closely, he saw her almost hysterical self-deprecating laugh that made it seem that she was simultaneously crying and laughing. His red lips parted a little as his eyes grew deeply frightening.
In the end, his Adam’s apple moved a bit, and he gazed deeply at Su Luo with a frown. “How come you couldn’t make others worry less? If anything were to happened to you, how will this king be able to explain this to your Su Manor?”
Su Luo remained where she was, as refined as an ancient Greek sculpture, she emitted a subtle chill from her whole body.
She lifted her gaze towards Nangong Liuyun, coldly smilingly with veiled ridicule. “Doesn’t your Highness Prince Jin not know about the situation in Su Manor? If something happened to me, wouldn’t it be really advantageous to certain people? They wouldn’t have been able to thank you fast enough for it, so how could they even blame you?”
Nangong Liuyun gazed deeply at Su Luo. His lips parted and closed slightly as a solemn, suffocating atmosphere surrounded them in their silence.
Suddenly, Nangong Liuyun’s long arm swooped in and brought Su Luo tightly into his arms.