812 Gu Xingze's Rage 4yr

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Gu Xingze?
What was the meaning of this?
Why did he stop her?
"Gu Xingze, what are you doing?!"
"Are you done making a scene?"
His lips curled impatiently as his handsome face turned frosty. "This is a set – not your playground!"
He held her wrist so hard it seemed he wanted to snap it apart. His grip was so vice-like her wrist abruptly turned white from blood deficiency. No matter how much she struggled, it was to no avail.
Struggling for a while and not managing to break free, she angrily demanded, "Unhand me!"
He obediently let go of her wrist at once. Caught off guard, she fell to the ground inelegantly.
She wore seven-centimeter high heels today, so after this fall, pain shot through her ankle; it seemed to have gotten twisted.
Feeling aggrieved and resentful for a moment, she looked up at him with dissatisfaction.
The man merely bowed his head to meet her eyes; his face was frosty and his eyes were piercingly indifferent.
She was cowed by his gaze and was tongue-tied