"You... let... go..."
Qin Youxuan's painful struggle did not make Dan Hanjie take a single step back; instead, he pressed forward, pinning her delicate body firmly against the wall.
He lowered his head and bit her neck.
"Hiss—"
Qin Youxuan inhaled sharply in pain, a bloody smell filled her breath, and her fine eyebrows were tightly knitted together.
She closed her eyes helplessly.
The tension in her body abruptly relaxed, like mud, allowing Dan Hanjie to do as he pleased.
"Qin Youxuan, don't overestimate yourself, you are not indispensable to me!"
Dan Hanjie suddenly let go, his tall figure turned and he strode away.
"Bang—"
Qin Youxuan lost all support and slid down from the wall.
She fell onto the ground and curled up into a ball, hugging her knees and looking ahead lost.
He said, she was not indispensable to him.
She knew that already.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have pulled the trigger on her father without hesitation.
