This position was a bit awkward, too close. Their breaths mingled together, and Qin Shaoju's alcoholic breath was all over Yu Sangwan's face.
Yu Sangwan frowned and shouted at him, "Let go of me!"
"Let go?" Qin Shaoju chuckled wickedly, "Miss Yu, you can't be that naive, can you? Do you really think Lu Jinxuan treats you as a treasure? He left you alone, doesn't that permit something? Do you really not understand?"
"Permit? Permit what?"
Yu Sangwan pushed Qin Shaoju away and clutched her purse in front of her, looking at him warily.
"Hmph." Qin Shaoju shook his head with a cold snort, "What do you think a wealthy family is like? Women, to us, are like fancy clothes, nice to look at, comfortable to wear, but... they can be discarded or swapped at any time!"
"..."
