Hearing Shen Rong's question, Chiang Qing's heart skipped a beat. She looked at him, and although he was smiling, she felt that smile was more terrifying than anything.
"I…" Chiang Qing started to speak, only to find her voice had become hoarse.
She swallowed and forced a smile, "If you don't like it, I won't go back."
After all, she was young. Under Shen Rong's seasoned gaze, she showed unprecedented nervousness and fear.
Yet, Shen Rong just liked this kind of demeanor. He patted her hand, "Don't be afraid. Go back if you want to."
Chiang Qing was stunned and looked at him incredulously, "You're saying I can go back?"
"Yes, if you want to go, then go back." Shen Rong smiled, his eyes filled with affectionate kindness, like looking at a junior.
Chiang Qing's eyes gradually reddened, and she said, "I thought you didn't like it."
