Su Xiaoli paused for several seconds.
She almost thought she had heard wrong.
The woman widened her eyes and looked at the man in front of her whose face was covered by a silver mask, "You... what do you mean?"
Qin Yihan curved his lips into a smile, "I said."
"Since you believe I am a good person, then why not give up on the vegetative Qin Yihan and follow me instead?"
Having said that, he even raised his eyebrows, giving her an ambiguous glance, "After all, the things he can't do for you, I can."
Su Xiaoli was stunned.
"Put me down!"
Moments later, disregarding the wounds on her body, she began to struggle violently.
"I misjudged you!"
"Qin Zimo, put me down!"
The young girl usually seemed soft and cute, but when she suddenly began struggling, Qin Yihan actually couldn't hold onto her at all!
The man furrowed his brows and, ultimately unable to contain his irritation, raised his hand and slapped her on the buttocks, "Doesn't your wound hurt?"
"Don't move recklessly!"
