Her hand clenched tightly, hatred brewing in her heart as she silently repeated Qin Yin's name over and over.
Yet she forced a smile on her face, grabbing Qin Yin's hand and said, "Oh, Yinyin, look at your hand, it's so badly burned! Do you need to go to the hospital?"
Then she turned to Jiang City's President Zhang from Taikang, her voice still gentle but with a hint of reproach, "Oh, President Zhang, I don't like hearing that. Yinyin's hand is burned this badly, and you still talk like that. We won't drink the soup. It's just a bowl of soup."
In truth, she was deeply resentful but was deliberately pretending to be magnanimous, virtuous, and ladylike in front of Nan Sichen.
However, Nan Sichen gave her no chance to continue her act.
He stretched out his large hand, gripping Qin Yin's arm and pulled her away.
Qin Yin stumbled as he pulled her, nearly falling, and he wrapped his arm around her, holding her close to his chest.
Half-dragging, half-embracing her, he led her out.
