Yan Luoxi just felt that he was being inexplicable. He was about to choose a wife, yet he still cared with whom she met in private? "Mr. Li, this is my personal affair, please let go of me, I need to go home."
Li Yeqi gripped her wrist tightly, wishing he could crush her wrist bones, even more wanting to dig out her heart to see what it looked like, "Yan Luoxi, stay away from Han Zheng."
Yan Luoxi frowned, a sharp pain coming from her wrist as if her bones were about to be crushed by him, and she glared at him angrily, "Mr. Li, you are about to be a married man— I hope you conduct yourself with dignity."
If she did not need to stay in the Imperial Capital and could afford to offend him thoroughly, she really wanted to curse him out. They had ended things five years ago, what right did he have to control her?
