Sang Qiao suddenly realized that Si Chenli's anger this time was different from before; he was serious this time.
Looking at the food that had gone cold, no matter how exquisite it appeared, she couldn't bring herself to eat it. She could only look up at the man and say, "It's too cold, I can't eat it."
"Would it be cold if you hadn't run away yesterday?" Si Chenli looked at her expressionlessly, with his legs crossed.
Sang Qiao discreetly scanned the more than twenty bodyguards around her, twenty-seven in total. She couldn't tell how capable they were just by their appearances.
But the ones Si Chenli brought should be skilled, she thought, and escaping from here seemed somewhat difficult.
She had considered spending her life with Si Chenli, but she shouldn't be ambiguously getting a marriage certificate under these circumstances. If every anonymous message in the future could affect their relationship, it would only show that they were not suitable for each other.
