Come with me.
Yang Jin was smiling, but his face held an icy chill that was utterly terrifying.
Nearby, Qin Zhuo remained silent, a smile playing on his lips as he simply watched.
Qin Qiu shook her head and turned to run back into her room.
SMACK.
Yang Jin seized Qin Qiu's hand and yanked it violently. "Still trying to run? For me to take an interest in you is the greatest fortune your ancestors could have ever hoped for."
"You... let go of me!" Qin Qiu's face was deathly pale as she struggled with all her might, her voice a cold, furious shout.
Yang Jin didn't even spare her a glance. He turned to Qin Zhuo and asked, "The welcome banquet you mentioned, where is it?"
"It's in the Qin Family's banquet hall."
Qin Zhuo turned to the side and extended a hand in a gesture of invitation. "Mr. Yang, this way, please."
"Let's go!"
Yang Jin pulled Qin Qiu along, dragging her straight outside.
