Ye Zhan watched in amusement as Qin Qingqing pressed the nail of her pale thumb against her index fingertip, indeed showing only a tiny margin.
Yet the pride and smugness in her eyes were quite glaring.
"Aren't you afraid I'll get mad and leave you stranded halfway?"
He furrowed his brows and asked with feigned displeasure, pressing his lips together.
This girl, didn't she consider his feelings at all?
Even if she didn't like him, it wasn't necessary to hurt him like this.
Qin Qingqing blinked innocently, placing her hands back on her lap, and said with a smile, "You're regarded as the leader among the Four Young Masters because you're the most gentlemanly man. Ye Zhan, if you left me halfway, the people of the Imperial City would laugh at you."
"I've already been beaten down by you to nothing, why would I fear being laughed at?"
Ye Zhan shook his head; he didn't care about external judgments.
