After the long standoff between the two sides, Jiang Guangrong said, "If you want to strangle it, I hope you can let go of those irrelevant people. After all, you are an Oriental. Too many people being killed in Xia will be punished!"
"Why should I promise you anything? With a broken stool in hand?"
"Isn't that enough?" Jiang Guangrong's eyes emitted a murderous gleam. He held his head high.
Miyamoto laughed, "Good, gutsy! Would you dare to come and have tea with me?"
"Why not?" Jiang Guangrong let go completely. He pulled Qin Yanran's hand and came to Miyamoto's table. However, even though Jiang Guangrong dared to speak, he kept Qin Yanran behind him throughout.
"You care about her!" Miyamoto Shigeru said
Jiang Guangrong's left hand held Qin Yanran's small hand more tightly, while his right hand quietly moved to another stool beside him: "I just don't want irrelevant people to be involved!"
