The more she thought about it, the angrier Lin Qian got, and she pushed Yin Moran's jacket against his chest, turning around to leave.
But just as she had taken a step, her arm was weighed down, and she was pulled back.
Lin Qian turned her head and looked at Yin Moran, huffing, "Let go! What more do you want to say to mock me, Yin Moran? Even if you've helped me, I can't allow you to insult me without talking back!"
The woman's huffy appearance was like a cute little hamster.
Yin Moran's eyes stirred, and he unconsciously softened his tone, "Can't even tell you a thing now? Is this how you treat a savior who has saved you time and again?"
If it hadn't been for him happening upon the scene today, who knows what could have happened to her.
Just thinking of the earlier scene made Yin Moran's breath fall heavier again.
"But you can't just insult people like that."
Lin Qian muttered under her breath, eyes cast down and cheeks puffed, looking like a wronged little wife.