Liang Wan's breath caught. She stared fixedly at the man before her, backing away step by step. 'If he shouts right now, Wang Su's government soldiers will definitely drag me back.'
"Zhou—"
She had barely opened her mouth when her wrist was seized, and Zhou Yun half-dragged, half-shoved her into a long-eaved carriage.
Before Liang Wan could even regain her footing, the carriage began to sway as it set off down the road.
Zhou Yun glanced outside before sitting down across from her with a faint smile.
"What do you think you're doing, Young Master Zhou?" Liang Wan asked, her body tensed and her eyes full of suspicion. Even as she watched him, she kept an ear out for any commotion outside.
Her voice was sharp with anger and urgency, showing not a hint of gratitude.
Zhou Yun frowned, slightly displeased. "I did just save you. Shouldn't you be thanking me?"
'Saved me?'
