Jie Chen refused to let go.
It seemed that unless Xiang Ying gave the answer he wanted to hear, he would still forcibly pick her up and take her away.
"I…" Xiang Ying's tone was deep, her trailing voice captivated Jie Chen's full attention.
Suddenly!
Xiang Ying abruptly raised her right arm, her elbow ramming straight into Jie Chen's nose bridge.
He grunted in pain, immediately releasing his grip and stumbling backward.
A rustle of wind sounded as Xiang Ying took her robe to wrap herself again.
Her sidelong glance from beneath her Phoenix Eyes was especially black, cold, and lucid.
"It doesn't matter what I think; there's no need to explain to Military Supervisor Jie."
Still enduring the pain, Jie Chen raised his dark eyes to look at her.
He appeared to be the person closest to Xiang Ying on the entire ship, yet she remained vigilant towards him as she ought to.
It was he, on the other hand, who had gradually let down his guard against her.
