Seeing Luo Xiu's attitude, looking as if he were about to strike, Han Zhitao was somewhat surprised. He looked at Luo Xiu with a mocking expression and sneered, "Well, well, well, Xu Qianqing, look at this pretty boy you've found. He's got quite the temper."
However, he frowned when he tried to pull his hand back. Luo Xiu's grip was like a powerful iron clamp, locked firmly onto his wrist. No matter how much force he applied, he couldn't break free. Han Zhitao was taken aback.
