Gu Shaocheng's expression remained aloof, carrying an innate authority that commanded respect without anger, his eyes filled with a murderous intent: "A mere servant dares to covet the Miss of the Gu Family, like a toad wishing to eat swan meat."
Gu Qianqian walked over, her eyes filled with tension and pleading: "Brother, I chose this willingly."
Gu Shaocheng stared at her for a moment, the killing intent in his pupils did not weaken in the slightest, but instead intensified. He chuckled softly: "Willingly?"
Gu Qianqian nodded emphatically: "Over the years, I've encountered all kinds of men, but none have made me want to marry them. He's the only one."
"So?" Gu Shaocheng threw out a question.
