He only saw an Asian face. Regardless of whether Qiao Nian admitted it or not, he planned to bring her back first.
Hence, without waiting for the girl to answer, he leaned closer and reached for her. "Miracle Doctor, come with me!"
His hand was intercepted midair before he could touch Qiao Nian. Almost instantly, his wrist was gripped tightly, and the bone seemed to be about to break.
The lean man looked at the girl in disbelief.
The girl's exquisite face was hidden under her baseball cap as she stood there lazily holding his wrist effortlessly.
"Who asked you to come?" she asked lazily and a little surly.
He felt a sharp pain in his wrist.
The lean man's face contorted for a moment, then a ruthless look appeared in his eyes. His expression changed slightly. "I saw that you were young and wanted to invite you over with good intentions. If you don't know what's good for you, don't blame me for being impolite!"
