"Zuo Xinyao, let go of Wei An, do you hear me?" Tang Qian screamed hysterically, "I told you to let go."
Zuo Xinyao provocatively stared at Tang Qian, using even more force on his grip as her voice grew louder. Wei An, held high by him, had already begun to roll his eyes, unable to utter a word.
Tang Qian was genuinely scared; she vaguely knew how sinister Zuo Xinyao could be and feared he might lose control and strangle Wei An to death. No longer daring to shout, she could only soften her voice and plead earnestly, "Wei An is still a child; if you have any issues, take them out on me."
"Hmph!" Zuo Xinyao scoffed disdainfully, his eyes and eyebrows carrying a trace of carelessness, too lazy even to glance at Tang Qian.
He wasn't fond of talking, but Huo Kewei loved to speak!
