"..." Gong Shirao was stunned, almost spilling the soy milk from her hand. Quickly, she regained her composure and said coldly, "Dr. Zhan, I am not someone you can have an ambiguous relationship with."
Zhan Nanjue's pupils suddenly constricted.
She tightly gripped the cup of soy milk, squeezing it to the point of deformation.
"If I did anything last night that caused a misunderstanding, I apologize," Gong Shirao continued. "But you should understand, we only met by chance and teamed up by coincidence, nothing more."
"..." Zhan Nanjue's eyes appeared to hide a dark undercurrent.
She felt her wrist being squeezed more tightly by him.
Gong Shirao felt his unwavering gaze on her, her heart beating chaotically. Her tone was cold, distant, and indifferent as she used her last bit of reason to draw a boundary between them.
"Please watch your words and actions. Do not insult me, nor yourself."
