CH 11

Gu Yunru watched with great interest behind Rong Zhen, not daring to look away. Cuihua brought over a tea pot and said in a cute manner, ”Big brother, have some tea.”

”Okay, thank you,” Rong Zhen replied.

Just as Gu Yunru thought Rong Zhen was truly enjoying himself in the game of hanging horses, there was suddenly a commotion at the table. Rong Zhen slammed his hand on the table, startling everyone and causing them to back away. Gu Yunru, who had not yet swallowed her tea, quickly stood up and sensed a strong sense of killing intent from Rong Zhen’s sharp and fierce gaze, along with a king-like attitude that looked down upon the world.

”Are you okay, Ah zhao?” Gu Yunru whispered carefully behind him, but just then one of the middle-aged men who had been hanging horses with him rolled up his sleeves and cursed,

”Can’t you handle losing? If you can’t handle it, don’t come here.”

”Yeah, you’re ruining our fun!”

Although they were a few meters away, their threatening words could still be heard clearly. Gu Yunru knew that once Rong Zhen became angry, there was nothing that could stop him.

”Misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding…Ah zhao!!”

Gu Yunru’s voice was soft and pleasant, hoping to soothe the restless anger in his heart. The closer she got to him, the more she could feel it.