Han Yu's hand was large and warm, and being pulled by him, Lin Qingya felt an indescribable sensation in her heart.
In an instant, her irritation and annoyance dissipated, replaced by warmth, comfort, and security.
Previously, the secretary, Yan, had tried several times to take her away, but either the muscular men in front blocked them or the rubberneckers behind hemmed them in, making it impossible to leave.
What made it worse was that those people wore smiles on their faces and held up their cellphones, leaving Lin Qingya at a loss for how to vent her anger.
"Is this Lin Qingya's husband? He looks like this? Dressed in these clothes?"
"I saw a news report online before that said this guy used to be a delivery guy, and now it seems that the report was not fake! Truly has the aura of a loser, indeed no match for Mr. Qiao!"
"Lin Qingya is really blind! She would rather choose a poor loser than Mr. Qiao, I have no idea what she's thinking!"