Su Xingyu gritted her teeth against the pain: "Qin Mu, let go."
Off to the side, Su Xingqi curled her lips slightly, covering her face delicately with one hand as she slowly stood up to advise, "Qin Mu, why are you here? Let her go, I don't think she did it on purpose."
Qin Mu frowned: "Xingqi, you're always so kind-hearted."
His gaze towards Su Xingyu turned colder: "To even lay a hand on your own sister; are you even human?"
Su Xingyu's arm was still twisted behind her, and the pain was enough to bring cold sweat to her forehead, yet she stubbornly stared at Qin Mu and said with difficulty, "You're the one who's not human. I truly regret ever liking you."
Her voice was as icy as clear ice, piercing into Qin Mu's heart.
Staring into those eyes, clear as a spring, Qin Mu suddenly felt an inexplicable frustration, unable to understand why. He gripped Su Xingyu tighter, sternly demanding, "Apologize to Xingqi!"
"Why should I?" She clearly hurt intensely, yet sneered coldly.
