At this moment, Qiao Tian pulled his arm out of her hand.
Suddenly losing support, Yang Minhan looked at Qiao Tian in panic, but that face was colder than she'd ever seen, that gaze made her feel like she was pierced by a thousand arrows.
"Qiao Tian, it's not like this! It's not like this! It's really not like this! It's not me! It's not me! It's really not me!" She frantically explained.
Qiao Tian said nothing, only looked at her with eyes full of disappointment and coldness.
He wanted very much to believe her, but those images, besides him and Su Yan, only she could have captured them. How could he believe her?
She had a sense of justice, wanted to catch him, he admitted it. But how could she not even spare Su Yan? She knew that day Su Yan went to help him, knew how much Su Yan valued this wedding, how could she contact people to apprehend them at this moment! How could she!
