Qin Yiren gave a slight start.
Then, she awkwardly averted her gaze, lowered her head, and sped up her pace.
No matter if his appearance here was a coincidence or not, she wanted to stay as far away from the man as possible.
However, the man stood directly on the path she had to take.
Qin Yiren secretly told herself to stay calm, keeping a stiff expression as she attempted to pass him by. Yet, at the moment of passing, he grabbed her wrist.
"You..."
Qin Yiren's heart skipped a beat. She bit her lip and glared at him in anger, blurting out her pent-up grievances: "Did Miss Ji not explain clearly to you? Do you have to ask me personally?"
She originally intended to be more cutting, hoping he would leave on his own accord,
but upon seeing the deep gaze in the man's eyes, she hesitated, pressed her lips together, and forcefully tried to pull her hand back: "Let me go!"
