"Just for a hairpin, you acted alone without telling me?" Dan Hanjie walked up to her, looking down at her flushed cheeks from above.
"You knew very well that this hairpin is related to my background, yet you still kept it from me!"
Qin Youxuan wanted to back away, but Dan Hanjie's large hand quickly caught the back of her head, pressing her towards himself.
"Dan Hanjie..."
"No matter what it's related to, nothing is more important than you and the child. For just a hairpin, you dare to disregard everything!" Dan Hanjie pressed her tightly against his chest and growled with a lowered voice.
"Qin Youxuan, where exactly do you place me and the child?!"
"But my mother..." As soon as Qin Youxuan opened her mouth, she choked up.
She reached out to hook around Dan Hanjie's neck, burying her face in his chest.
