"As long as Shen Heyu hasn't kept the appointment, and he hasn't seen the person, none of Han Manyin's actions would be deemed successful.
Han Manyin didn't care, perhaps it was her merchant mindset. She curled up in his embrace, as if asking dependently, "But you want me to arrange a meeting with her, and yet you don't let me see her, what exactly are you up to?"
After she finished this sentence, she distinctly felt the air pressure around Shen Jiangli, who was holding her, drop, and even his eyes were covered with a layer of frost.
As if she had touched his Achilles' heel.
"Didn't I tell you that you should ask less about my affairs?"
His voice contained a warning, but Han Manyin didn't take it to heart; she knew that Shen Jiangli was only fierce on the surface and wouldn't really lay a hand on her.
This was also something she wanted to test.
To test whether Shen Jiangli really had her in his heart.
