Shen Lang was somewhat surprised to hear this, but the feeling was fleeting. She started walking slowly toward the door. "The banquet's almost over, isn't it? We should get back out there…"
"…" The words had barely left her mouth when her arm was suddenly grabbed.
Her gaze traveled up her fair arm to his cold, handsome face. "…I thought you'd give me an explanation."
Shen Lang glanced down at the hand on her arm as a hostile energy slowly gathered in her eyes. "…Let go," she said, enunciating each word.
Wen Jie's long lashes trembled. He stared at her, his gaze dark and unreadable, as the pressure from his hand slackened before he released her completely.
His hands fell to his sides. He clenched them into fists, then let them go slack. A wave of helplessness washed over him.
Shen Lang walked out gracefully, ignoring the man she left behind.
