When Yvette saw who it was, her expression immediately turned cold. She pretended not to see the person and went upstairs.
The man blocked her way with his hands in his pockets, like a sculpture.
"Who was the person who sent you back just now?" Lance asked with an unhappy expression.
"It has nothing to do with you," Yvette said coldly.
Lance choked for a moment, but considering she was still angry, he changed the topic.
"Why did you move?"
Yvette was a little speechless when hearing his question. She directly bypassed him and wanted to go upstairs.
However, he reached out to hold her wrist. He seemed to be trying to suppress his anger, yet he still said coldly, "Let's have a talk."
Because of his touch, Yvette thought of what happened last night and suddenly stiffened.
"Let go of me," she said, trying to resist.
