Zhao Rong nodded, "Besides, changing the topic won't work."
Saying this, he suddenly extended his large hand and fiercely lifted the covers that were obscuring the woman.
Dugu Chanyi abruptly raised her hand, her apricot eyes glaring at him, grabbing a golden phoenix embroidered shoe by her hand and threw it at him.
Zhao Rong tilted his body to avoid it, looking straight at her, he continued with a smirk:
"You say... you heard from the servants that Young Master was coming. Oh, so this time you really did come to see me, but for the Empress to choose this place for a meeting, hmm, doesn't it seem a bit inappropriate?"
Dugu Chanyi lowered her eyes, "…Hmm, it was indeed poor judgment on my part. But, but isn't this also not a reason for you scoundrel to be so offensive!"
She lifted her delicate chin, glaring at him furiously.
