Su Yin's brow furrowed tightly as she stared at him, her dissatisfaction bubbling as she spoke, "Are you trying to break my wrist?"
A dark shadow flickered across Qi Jincheng's eyes, and he subconsciously released his grip.
Immediately, Su Yin stepped back twice, her eyes warily fixed on him as she rubbed her reddened wrist.
Suddenly, as though struck by a thought, the agitation in her eyes subsided, replaced by a faint smile, "Qi Jincheng, by constantly meddling in my affairs, do you mean to say you're worried about me, afraid I might get hurt? That implies you still have feelings for me."
Qi Jincheng's face turned dark with a stormy look, How could she be so conceited? His icy gaze was filled with endless disdain, "Care about you? If you hadn't clawed your way into Grandma's favor with your deceitful schemes, I wouldn't spare you a glance even if dogs were feasting on your corpse!"
