Despite trying his best to control his temper and soften his tone towards her, his innate arrogance still emerged like invisible needles, penetrating and standing out from his skin. It was as if the sharpness was embedded in his bones, impossible to conceal.
Shi Nian raised her head coquettishly: "Are you angry? Are you angry at Mr. Luo just now, or are you angry at me?"
Tang Yanqing's gaze remained fixed on her face, never once shifting towards Luo Xiansheng.
Shi Nian nodded: "I know, you're angry at me."
She then glanced around the surroundings briefly, stepping forward and standing in front of him, speaking in a volume only he could hear: "Do you need to fight me to vent your anger?"
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