Jiang Shouzhong could finally witness Jiang Que's little demon nature.
He raised his hand irritably and gave a light yet firm flick to the girl's smooth forehead. Then, glancing at Xiao Lingqiu, whose face was already visibly darkened, he explained:
"Don't listen to this little girl's nonsense. No matter how much of a scoundrel or beast I, Jiang Shouzhong, am, I would absolutely never lay hands on her. Am I that kind of person?"
Jiang Que teared up and whimpered: "Jiang Mo, you promised to marry me."
"When did I—"
Jiang Shouzhong suddenly remembered his promise made at the dilapidated temple during their previous farewell, and was instantly at a loss for words.
It seems... he might have said so?
But even if he did, it was meant to be nothing more than words of comfort.
"Hypocrite, truly a beast."
Xiao Lingqiu coldly tossed out a mocking comment, flicked his water sleeves, and left straight for his room.
