The Jiang family's brother looked at Qu Yue nervously. He took out his stun baton and threatened, "Let go of my sister or don't blame me for being impolite!"
Qu Yue did not speak. The silver needle in her hand was still pressed against Jiang Rou's neck, signaling her to speak.
Jiang Rou was so frightened by Qu Yue that her legs were trembling. She calmed herself down and said with a trembling voice. "You, you let go of me quickly. This has nothing to do with me!"
Upon hearing Jiang Rou's words, Qu Yue's gaze landed on Zhao Miao's face and she asked with a faint smile. "If it has nothing to do with you, who does it have to do with? If you don't tell the truth, I'll ruin your face. You care about your face, don't you?"
Face.
Jiang Rou's expression instantly changed. She cared about her face the most.
No, she couldn't let her face get hurt.
