"I have to wash even if I don't want to!"
Leng Yerong's face was cold. He held her wrist tightly and did not allow her to escape. He was upset. She really did not want this child!
Xu Ying tried to pull him out, but he didn't budge. She couldn't help but get angry and shouted,"Let me go, I said I won't wash, why should I listen to you? Who are you to me?"
Leng Yerong did not bother to argue with her. He pulled a chair over and sat down. He placed one hand on the back of her waist and pulled her into his embrace. He did not allow her to struggle and sat her down on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and held her tightly.
His large palm grabbed her small hand and brought it to the female manicurer. His actions were like a parent dealing with a child who was angry and did not want to get an injection. He held her tightly and did not allow her to struggle.
"Don't move, be good!"