In the next moment, her hand was pulled away from her neck by Xu Zijin.
Yan Yinuo's body swayed, thinking she would fall off him...
But in fact, she didn't; Xu Zijin turned her hand around and squeezed it in front of him forcefully, as if he was going to break it.
"It hurts," Yan Yinuo inhaled gently, speaking half-truthfully.
Xu Zijin's expression was cold, his face sullen, and his gaze seemed as though it could consume someone.
"Try running away with my son..."
He squinted his eyes, "Step one foot out of this house, and I'll break George's hand."
Compared to his face, which was flickering with anger, this sentence was more composed.
But the meaning inside it was so threatening that Yan Yinuo staggered slightly and almost fell again.
"What is this? Involving the innocent? What does George have to do with this?"
"Whether it has anything to do with him is not within my concern."
