Qin Yin was getting angry, shaking her shoulder in an attempt to break free from the restraint of the two hands. But the two people holding her seemed well-trained, their gripl strong. She couldn't break free.
"Let go." Qin Yin commanded coldly.
Her tone surprisingly mirrored Nan Sichen's usual demeanor, causing the two assistants to pause. But without Nan Sichen's approval, they didn't let go.
"Let go." Nan Sichen's cold voice broke through the air, indifferent yet deep. The two assistants immediately let go.
"May I ask, Mr. Nan, what do you think..." The stylist tried to ask again.
But he was interrupted by Nan Sichen, "Listen to my wife."
The stylist and assistant were all astonished. Since when did Mr. Nan get married?
Could this woman not just be Mr. Nan's temporary companion, but his wife? But they've never heard of Mr. Nan getting married.
All three of them were somewhat in disarray.
"You all may leave." Nan Sichen instructed indifferently.
"Yes."
