Ma Zhihao propped his hands on the sofa and looked down, his cold eyes staring at the hopelessly drunk Luo Chunxiao.
This woman was gripping his coat tightly with one hand and tugging hard at his tie with the other.
"Let go!" Ma Zhihao said coldly, showing his strong disdain for her!
Luo Chunxiao heard his voice and slightly opened her eyes.
When she saw Ma Zhihao's handsome face so close, she could hardly believe her eyes.
With her head about to split from pain, she stared blankly at Ma Zhihao: "Zhi, Zhihao…?"
"Let go!" Ma Zhihao frowned irritably.
"Zhihao..." Luo Chunxiao's fingers curled slightly, clutching Ma Zhihao's coat and tie even tighter.
Hearing her directly call his name, Ma Zhihao's eyes grew colder, and he felt a wave of nausea.
Ma Zhihao straightened up slightly, tugging at his tie and coat.
Luo Chunxiao feared he would leave and held on even tighter as she pulled back.
She looked at Ma Zhihao pitifully: "Please don't go, okay?"
