Beitang Yao appeared thoughtful, and after a moment, he said coldly, "Why? Ha..." He began to laugh, his lips curling into a cool, sinister smile.
Xia Qingqian couldn't help but shudder, calming down as she realized her tone had been a bit harsh. She quickly explained, "Young Master, what I mean is, since this week is all my own, could you let me be myself?" She needed no interference from the outside world.
This was a precious week she had earned for a year's time, so how could she still live under Beitang Yao's tyranny?
"What? Are you saying you're not yourself usually?" He was extremely angry. This woman was talking more and more in circles. Was she implying that living under Beitang Yao's shadow was a kind of torment?
"..." Let him distort the truth however he wanted, after all, his mouth was his own, she couldn't control it.
