If Fu Qishan hadn't been so deliberate, she might not have said so, but the fact...
Her hand was pinched by Fu Qishan to a fiery agony, clearly, this woman was out for retaliation.
Threatened by Fu Qishan, though unwilling, she had no choice but to let go of Song Weiyi's hand.
With her right hand freed, Song Weiyi immediately retracted it.
The patch of skin touched by Fu Qishan felt so wrong, she was itching to wash it three times with hand sanitizer.
"Look at me, getting so excited, I actually forgot," Fu Qishan spoke reluctantly.
Forgot? That really was a pretty fake excuse, Song Weiyi scoffed coldly.
"Compared to elder sister, your days must be filled with sweetness and smooth sailing, otherwise, your memory wouldn't be so bad," Song Weiyi said lightly as she rubbed her wrist, chuckling.
Fu Qishan's face stiffened again, but she couldn't say a word.
