Looking at the smile on her lips, Chi Yan wished she could go up and tear her mouth apart.
"You already have Quan Jue now, and yet you still want to seduce Quan Yan?" Chi Yan glared at her with jealousy and hatred.
When Chi Jiao heard this, her smile deepened. She sized Chi Yan up from head to toe with a mocking gaze and said in a naive tone, "Do you think everyone is as casual as you?"
"Who are you calling casual?" Chi Yan seemed to have been jabbed in her sore spot as she instantly exploded. She raised her hand to slap Chi Jiao.
But before her hand could touch Chi Jiao, Jun Hongbo had already grabbed her wrist.
His body was very round, but his hands were especially thin, like chicken feet wrapped in skin and bones.
Chi Yan felt like her wrist was about to be crushed by him. The pain caused her face to contort.
