The door slammed shut with a bang, and Qiao Anlu's whole body trembled.
She looked left and right, and in the end had no idea what to do, so she simply turned around and ran toward the bedroom.
Ning Zesheng strode forward and grabbed her, pulling her back into his arms from behind. "Where do you think you're running off to?"
"Th-then, could you let go of me first, we can talk this out properly." Qiao Anlu weakly pushed at him, afraid of making him angry.
Ning Zesheng simply let her go, looking like he really was ready to have a proper talk with her.
This only made Qiao Anlu even more awkward. She lowered her head and thought for a moment before finally saying, "What exactly did you come to see me for, Mr. Ning?"
Right now, playing dumb was her only option!
"You really like Zhu Yiming? So you got all dressed up to have a candlelight dinner with him?" Ning Zesheng took a step forward, and Qiao Anlu took a step back.
