"Hmph, you really thought I wouldn't dare?"
Su Qiao picked up a fan from the sofa. Fanning herself, she poured herself a glass of water and drank it.
Du Jingzhou hadn't been this disheveled in many years—and he had lost to a woman, no less. The woman he liked, at that.
He felt both helpless and amused.
"You dared. I know that now, so can you let me go?"
Su Qiao sat on the sofa and comfortably stretched out her legs. "Why should I let you go? So you can threaten me again?"
Fine!
Du Jingzhou knew that he had truly infuriated her this time.
"Did your hand hurt?"
"Did your foot hurt when you kicked me? Is it red?"
"Why don't I prepare a leather whip for you next time?"
Su Qiao: "..."
"Pervert!"
"I can't be bothered with you. Stay here and reflect properly! I'll let you go when you've figured things out."
Su Qiao tidied her hair and clothes, put her high heels back on, picked up her handbag, and headed out.
"Where are you going?"
"To take care of something important."
As soon as Su Qiao finished speaking, the door slammed shut.
Du Jingzhou watched her retreating back as she left without looking back and gave a bitter, helpless smile.
He had truly fallen into the hands of this tigress.
Even after all this, he still couldn't bring himself to hurt her. He couldn't even bring himself to blame her.
"Ugh! I admit defeat!"
Facing the silence filling the room, Du Jingzhou let out a helpless sigh and began thinking of a way to untie the telephone cords around his hands and feet.
Twenty minutes later, An Jin hurried over with a bag.
When he saw Second Master in such a sorry state—with even his shirt