Tan Jincheng suddenly got a little angry.
It's just that when he's angry, most people can't tell. His face is usually blank, you have no way of knowing he's upset.
Yun Chu is extremely sensitive to his emotional shifts; even when his face is expressionless, she can easily tell he's angry.
But the problem is, why is he angry?
Yun Chu couldn't figure it out.
"You're saving him? What gives you the right to save him?" Tan Jincheng reached out and grabbed her wrist.
Her slender wrist was gripped tightly in his hand, it hurt. She struggled hard but couldn't break free, and could only glare at him in anger.
"Your little secret—your uncle knows too, doesn't he?" Tan Jincheng let out a cold snort. "Did your uncle also agree to you using this method to save people?"
Of course he didn't.
