"You're worried about me, huh?" Hanjie's large hand cradled her small face, his fingertips pressing against her skin.
"I thought you were still going to be mad at me."
"I'm not in the mood to be mad at you, I mean it. Ito Hiroki won't let things slide so easily after being humiliated like that today, and your father—don't you find his attitude very strange?"
Qin Youxuan turned around and looked up at him seriously.
When it was just the two of them, they could mess around all they wanted, but if Hanjie was really in danger, she couldn't find it in herself to be angry anymore.
"Chiyo Ito won't be able to keep the child, even if Ito Hiroki wants to cause trouble, he doesn't have the leverage," Hanjie's eyes flickered with a ruthless glint that vanished as quickly as it had appeared.
"You want to..."
"The child in Chiyo Ito's belly has nothing to do with me, it's not my place to act," Hanjie said, holding her slightly pale face, his smile sarcastic.
