Yan Xiaoran looked at Yan Wu Jing who called her name.
Her cold stare made the three men who had just arrived and saw the scene stop in their tracks. They didn't know why but once those cold eyes landed on their figures, they felt like there was something that was keeping them from breathing.
"Let her go." Yan Wu Jing calmly said after regaining his composure.
Yan Xiaoran looked at him coolly and her hands didn't let go.
"I said let her go." He repeated.
"Why?"
"Because I told you so." Yan Wu Jing sternly said as he pats her arm.
Yan Xiaoran looked between her father's face and his large and warm hand around her arm.
Slowly, she let go of Yi Lou who plopped on the cold surface of the floor with a loud thud after she was released from Yan Xiaoran's grasp.
Smiling at her father with both her hands up, Yan Xiaoran said, "Done!"
