Please Let Me Go

Upon hearing Shen Qingyue's voice, Chi Ming lowered his gaze. He hadn't done anything after all. He pushed Zhang Qianqian aside and withdrew his hand in silence.

Zhang Qianqian's hand was hurting so much that she did not dare to move, and her body was still trembling. But no one paid any attention to her.

Shen Qingyue was only wearing a thin dress, which was now mostly wet.

Chi Ming tried to make his voice sound gentler. "Feeling cold?"

"It's alright," Shen Qingyue replied, looking at him. She felt that over the past year, Chi Ming had changed a lot.

One of Tang Fangmo's friends also spoke up, "I remember President Qin is quite familiar with the hotel owner. How about we ask someone to arrange a room for Miss Shen to change her clothes? Although the weather isn't very cold, staying wet might cause her to catch a chill."