His grip was so strong it was beyond even his own imagination.
Jun Nian's hand ached so much that cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he clenched his teeth and said nothing, only looking at Qin Yin.
Qin Yin sneered, "Do you think it was me? What makes you so sure it was me?"
Having said that, Qin Yin found it laughable, "Oh, you believe Qin Han's words? If that's the case, why didn't you defend yourself just now?"
"Because I am willing to take the blame for you." Jun Nian said again, but this time he gasped for cold air as his wrist was still being held by Nan Sichen.
His grip tightened, almost crushing Jun Nian's bone.
"Stop being so disgusting, taking the blame for me, what do you want to take the blame for me? Let me disappoint you, I did not place that needle, so, I didn't accept your feelings, perhaps you should thank Qin Han."
After Qin Yin finished speaking in a cold voice, she reached out to pull Nan Sichen's hand, "Let's go."
