C96 Su Qin's Whereabouts

Zhou Xin's outstretched hand was tightly seized by Zhou Wen, whose gaze was fierce as he clutched precisely at Zhou Xin's wrist. The area had turned a bright red, and Zhou Wen applied just enough pressure to inflict a bit of pain.

"Let go of me!" Zhou Xin demanded loudly.

With a smirk, Zhou Wen loosened his grip. Zhou Xin quickly withdrew his arm, massaging his wrist with his other hand