Ye Qingyu crossed her arms and rubbed her arms when she saw the men leaving in fear.
Not daring to look at Li Yanchen again, Ye Qingyu lowered her head and hurried across the road.
However, she had only taken a few steps when her wrist was grabbed by the man's large palm.
He dragged her forward at a fast pace.
Ye Qingyu almost had to jog to keep up with him.
"Hey, slow down!"
The man did not seem to hear her. Instead of slowing down, he quickened his pace.
Ye Qingyu staggered as she followed him. She could not break free from his large palm and could not help but feel a little angry.
"Mr. Li, are you jealous?"
He pulled her to the hotel lobby and let go of her.
Ye Qingyu's fair wrist was pinched into a red circle.
She rubbed her wrist, her beautiful face showing obvious dissatisfaction.
Li Yanchen looked at Ye Qingyu. His handsome and refined face was colder than the cold wind outside.
