So, even if this engagement was merely a verbal agreement, merely a pretense, he had no way to accept it.
"There's no need, I will handle this matter," Shi Che spoke, his voice clear, cold, and indifferent. In the silence of the night, there was a hint of a raspy magnetic quality, quite pleasing to the ear, yet also absolutely heartless.
She hadn't even begged for anything, it was just a play-acting, yet he had flatly refused her, not giving her even the slightest chance.
A twinkle of tears shimmered at the bottom of Ling Yunshu's eyes, but her gaze turned severely cold.
She bit her lower lip forcefully, restraining her emotions, yet still began to speak, "Young Master, if you are... worried that Xiaxia might misunderstand something, I, I can go and clarify things with her..."
At her words, Shi Che's expression briefly froze, and then a flash of deepness swiftly swept across his eyes, as he crisply replied, "There's no need."
