"You try running away again! I've spoiled you!" Shen Weimin grabbed hold of her as she, flustered and furious, put down her bowl to flee. "You really think I, Shen Weimin, don't have a temper?"
"You big jerk!"
"My uncle's name is Shen Mingqiang." After saying this, Shen Weimin couldn't help but laugh. He gave Xu Changqing, who was still struggling, an exasperated pat. "Still squirming?"
"Let go."
"Am I that scary? Okay, okay, no more joking. I'm not blaming you. If I was going to, I would've done it ages ago. I know things are tougher for you than for me. I didn't mean anything else by it."
'Are you sure? Nothing else, huh? If you've got guts, let's go one-on-one. What kind of hero grabs someone and doesn't let go!' Xu Changqing's eyes darted around, and she decided to get him into Changqing Garden first and deal with it later.
