Ling Hui was never one to dawdle. If she liked it, she liked it. If she didn't like it, she didn't like it.
She was really not interested in Tang Xi's type at all.
No, to be exact, she was not interested in any man right now.
She had not yet completely recovered from the trauma and hurt that Ling Motian had caused her. How would she dare to let herself sink into it again?
However, he had helped her that day and she had indeed promised him.
She had always been clear about gratitude and grudges, and was a person who kept her promises.
She looked at Tang Xi. "Let go of me first. I don't like talking to you in this position."
Tang Xi let go of Ling Hui. Ling Hui had just regained her freedom when something tightened around her wrist and she was pulled onto Tang Xi's lap.
"Why are you such a gangster?"
Tang Xi found it funny. "Princess, I haven't done anything. How am I a gangster?"