"You..." After Qiu Feishu was taken away, Quan Xiaochuan's face soured as well and he pointed at Yin Sufan, signaling her to stop talking.
"Why won't you pretend to be ill?" Yin Sufan looked at Quan Xiaochuan and sneered. "I won't tell you. Don't think anyone will take you there. Don't say it's the little secretary. Send me your father and the design and let me have a great time, even your father did."
"If you're smart, you'll honestly tell me what I want to know. Otherwise, I won't accept it, I won't ask you anymore.
At the twitch of Quan Suxuan's mouth, Yin Sufan was so assertive. She even dared to seize his father's secretary and forced a confrontation—it was something to please Quan Xiaochuan.
"If I answer, will you let me go?" Quan Suxuan seriously contemplated and earnestly said to Yin Sufan.
