He was the one who suddenly showed up in front of her for no reason—what did that have to do with her?
Realizing the man's hand was still gripping her arm, Song Qiao frowned, then spoke with obvious displeasure in her tone. "Let go of me."
The man didn't make things hard for her after hearing that. On the contrary, he obediently released her right away, a faint smile surfacing in his eyes as he said, "Does this count as biting the hand that feeds you? If I hadn't caught you, you would've fallen flat on the floor. How ugly would that be?"
Song Qiao immediately put some distance between them. Her face was expressionless as she said in a cold, hard tone, "You kidnapped me and my mother-in-law and brought us here. Am I supposed to say thank you to you?"
