"Let go of her!"
Tan Qing instinctively stood up, wanting to pull back Wen Nuan's hand, but Leng Yan blocked him. Wen Nuan had already been pulled several steps away by him.
Staring blankly at Leng Yan, a complex expression surfaced in Tan Qing's eyes. Without time to think, he followed them out.
"Let go of me!"
Her wrist was getting more painfully gripped, and coupled with earlier bitterness, her tears were already struggling to hold back, now overflowing under his treatment. She turned her head away to avoid letting the tears flow in front of him, forcefully trying to shake off Leng Yan's hand.
Her heart ached with bitterness.
She remembered, Leng Yan had said he hated seeing her cry.
So, since then, she tried her best not to cry in front of him. If she really couldn't hold it in, she would turn her face away, not letting her tear-streaked face face him directly.
