Su Qian's heart tightened. She did not expect Xiao Yan to not believe her at all.
"I may not be the same kind of person as him, but we are definitely not the same kind of people. Ninth Prince, please have some self-respect and let me go immediately." Su Qian said as she frowned. "You're hurting me!"
At first, Xiao Yan was reluctant to let go, but when he heard her words, he became nervous and instinctively released his grip.
Su Qian quickly took two steps back and kept a distance from Xiao Yan. Then, she looked pitifully at her wrist, which was slightly red from being pinched.
Xiao Yan was careful with his movements, but Su Qian's wrist was too delicate. A little force would leave a red mark, making her look pitiful.
Su Qian glared at Xiao Yan angrily and saw something that surprised her.
