His hands were clenched so tightly that she could not break free.
He pulled Sang Qianqian out of the Ruan residence, where his car was parked.
The window of the back seat was lowered to the bottom. Fang Lan was looking in the direction of the Ruan family's gate. Her long hair was blowing in the wind, and the red earrings on her ears made her look very beautiful.
Sang Qianqian subconsciously wanted to pull her hand back, but Shen Hanyu held on even tighter.
"Shen Hanyu, let go," she said in a low voice, frowning.
Shen Hanyu looked at her. "I won't let go."
Not only did he not loosen his grip, but he even changed the way he held it, intertwining his fingers with hers.
Sang Qianqian was exasperated.
This man really had no scruples. Was his moral bottom line so low?
On the other end, Fang Lan's eyes lit up when she saw them coming out. She pushed the door open and got out of the car.
