Chi Huan endured the pain in her hand, met his gaze, and sneered, "Gone because of me?"
He lowered his head to stare at her, silent, with no expression on his face.
"Oh, it seems you've already decided it was me, there's no point in saying it wasn't," Chi Huan closed her eyes, because her wrist hurt so much, it felt like the bones were about to break at any moment, so she changed tack, "If you keep squeezing my hand, I'll have someone break hers."
The man's breathing obviously grew heavier, and the look in his eyes became darker.
But a few seconds later, he loosened his grip.
While rubbing her wrist, Chi Huan smiled with downcast eyes, "Mr. Mou, I really don't know what bored me enough to make Su Yabing disappear, and since you don't know either, why don't you tell me?"
