The Ninth Young Master strode swiftly towards Murong Qingcheng.
His pursuit of Murong Qingcheng was not a matter of one or two days; his fondness for Murong Qingcheng was no secret among the major powers.
Thus, he already considered Murong Qingcheng as his woman.
He knew Murong Qingcheng wouldn't think the same, but as long as he did, it was enough.
With his status and charm, no matter what kind of woman, she definitely couldn't escape his grasp.
Even Murong Qingcheng would eventually be his!
"Qingcheng, you're here. This place is dangerous; you shouldn't have come."
"But don't worry, as long as I'm here, I won't let you encounter any danger!"
The Ninth Young Master spoke with concern as he walked, wearing a smile he believed could charm countless young women.
However, his smile soon froze because Murong Qingcheng was not swayed by it, not even sparing a glance.
The stunning purple-clothed woman ignored the Ninth Young Master, her beautiful eyes looking forward.
