Lu Qing was still sprawled on the sofa, munching from a bunch of grapes he was holding. His eyes were fixed in Xu Xuan's direction, as if he was watching a very interesting show.
It was obvious that he had been expecting this to happen.
Xu Xuan took a deep breath and shot him a pleading look. She was very close to weeping. "Why are you doing this? Did I offend you in any way?"
A dark cloud passed over Lu Qing's face at her words, but it was gone in an instant.
He grinned at her and said, "Offend me? Do you think you're in any position to do so?"
His question evoked a number of ugly thoughts in Xu Xuan's head—
She was nothing more than an ant to him, worthless and easily squashed. Just because he couldn't lay a finger on Yao Tang, it didn't mean that he couldn't touch Xu Xuan.
He was a rich young master, after all, and was free to act on his whims according to his fancy.
