The girl in the leather skirt's movements were extremely stealthy; unless Wang Yan had eyes on the back of his head, he would never notice the subtle actions behind him.
Therefore, the girl in the leather skirt was highly confident that she could scratch through Wang Yan's back. As her mouth curved up, a smug smile appeared on her face.
However, just as her nails were about to stab into Wang Yan's back, she suddenly felt her wrist tighten, and the hand could not move downwards anymore.
The girl in the leather skirt quickly looked up, immediately looking shocked. She saw that Wang Yan had already turned sideways, and her wrist, without her knowing when, had been tightly grabbed by Wang Yan's hand.
"How did you find out?" The girl in the leather skirt asked in surprise.
Wang Yan said coldly, "There's always a bothersome smell on liars."
With that, Wang Yan swung his hand, flinging the girl in the leather skirt away.
