"Liu 'er, what do you mean? Yingluo, tell me, what do you mean?" Chen Yuan grabbed Yang Liu-er's arm and asked sternly.
Yang Liu-er furrowed her brows slightly, and a sharp pain came from her wrist.
"Chen Yuan, let me go first, you're hurting me, Yingluo!"
Chen Yuan lowered her head and saw a red mark on Yang Liu-er's fair arm.
Her heart trembled slightly.
She quickly let go of Yang Liu-er's arm, and with a hint of flattery, she carefully rubbed the skin that she had almost scratched.
"Alright, Yingluo, I'll let go, I'll let go. Liu 'er, I'm sorry. I was too excited. Don't be angry. Let's talk this out. Don't be in such a hurry to leave, alright?"
Yang Liu-er rubbed her slightly painful wrist. She was a little angry in her heart.
This Chen Yuan was really incompetent. She had caused trouble and created a big mess, but she still wanted her to clean up her mess?
Did she really look like a sucker?
