Jin Jumo tried several times to free her hand from his grasp, but to no avail.
As they got closer to the banquet hall, Jin Jumo's eyebrows furrowed tighter.
Just as they were about to reach the banquet hall, Jin Jumo, summoning strength from who knows where, forcefully pulled her hand away from his palm.
Rong Mochen halted his steps, his long brows knitted tightly. He turned his head to stare at Jin Jumo, his thin lips pursed coldly.
Jin Jumo glanced toward the banquet hall, holding her breath lightly, she said to Rong Mochen, "To avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, it's better if we don't go in together."
Unnecessary misunderstandings?
Rong Mochen's dark eyes suddenly became sharp, his face becoming cold, "Misunderstandings? What misunderstandings?"
