Xu Qiaoqiao stared at Lin Yicheng, then lowered her head.
With the hand he wasn't holding, she wiped the corner of her mouth, then defiantly said, "Yes, I am that ungrateful, disgraceful person in your eyes who would sell their dignity for money. So, how despicable are you, to still want to take me back after I betrayed you?"
Upon hearing her words, Lin Yicheng was ready to explode with fury. He raised his hand, "You..."
Xu Qiaoqiao lifted her face, her eyes sharp and cold, "Do you also want to hit me?"
Lin Yicheng stared at her swollen face, his hand hanging in mid-air, unwilling to strike her.
Xu Qiaoqiao flexed the hand he was holding, "Now, can you let me go?"
Lin Yicheng furrowed his brows.
Xu Qiaoqiao mustered up her strength to pry his fingers off one by one.
Once her hand was free, she took out the cash and bank cards from her pocket and placed them on the table.
Liang Mengxian, fearful that she might attack her, hid behind Lin Yicheng.
