C22 Lack of Appetite

Ann Qian had never been someone to be easily bullied. She was the kind of person who fought back with a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye. Yang Shuihua could only be described as an unremarkable cannon fodder.

"Chen Yang, let's go!"

Ann Qian grabbed Chen Yang's hand and dragged him out of the restaurant.

Feeling the delicateness and softness of his hands