Yin Jinhui struggled with all her might, but the man just held on to her tightly and did not let go. He was speaking in a dialect that Sang Qianqian could not understand.
Sang Qianqian was shocked. Afraid that something had happened to Yin Jinhui, she ran over. "Jinhui, who is this?"
Yin Jinhui's expression was unnatural. "I don't know him."
"Jinhui, this is where you're wrong. How can you say you don't know me?"
The man let go of Yin Jinhui and gave Sang Qianqian a fawning smile. "Beautiful lady, you are Jinhui's colleague, right? I'm Jinhui's brother, I came to the capital to see her."
Sang Qianqian was a little suspicious. "Jinhui, is he really your brother?"
She had never heard Yin Jinhui mention that she had an older brother. Even when her mother was seriously ill, it seemed that Yin Jinhui was the only one taking care of her.
Yin Jinhui did not answer. She bit her lip and pulled Sang Qianqian. "Qianqian, let's go."
