Long Aotian stopped and looked back at the group. Everyone froze, and they were looking at him too.
Tang Xiaohao caught up, panting. "Damn it, you really left me behind!? You disloyal bastards."
Long Aotian's face was dark. Only then did he realize Kong Yirou was right beside him, pouting too, looking at him with obvious displeasure.
Before Long Aotian could speak, Kong Yirou said, "Apologize!"
"Hm?"
"Apologize to me."
"I'm sorry."
Long Aotian said it almost without emotion, as if merely completing some boring motion. Then he looked at everyone and said, "Since you've decided to follow me, there are some things I need to make clear..."
Kong Yirou burst into tears. "Why are you treating me like this?"
Long Aotian was irritated to death. "How am I treating you?"
"I'll follow whoever I want to follow—that's exactly how you were just now!"
Long Aotian looked at her coldly. "And it's still exactly like that now. You wanted an apology, so I apologized. I gave you face. My care for you goes only this far."
Everyone quietly watched this conflict among their own people.
Even Lu Chengwen and Zhao Ritian did not step in.
In front of so many people, Kong Yirou felt as if her self-respect had shattered all over the ground.
With tears streaming down her face, she said, "Fine! Since you're not willing to take me with you, I'd rather die here than follow you!"
After saying that, she turned and left, shoving two people aside. "Move."
Long Aotian flew into a rage. "Stop right there!"
Long Aotian walked over, yanked her back, and stared at her. "You want to die, is that it?"
"Didn't you say you didn't want me following you?"
Long Aotian grabbed her by the collar. "I saved you because you're one