Qin Yihan's grip on Lin Jing's wrist was not gentle.
Lin Jing's brows furrowed with pain, and her complexion turned somewhat pale.
She glared at Qin Yihan with furious eyes:
"Let go!"
"I am Su Xiaoli's elder, as well as yours. Is this how you treat an elder!?"
A thin smile played on Qin Yihan's lips as he gazed at Lin Jing's face, his expression a mix of amusement and contempt, "Auntie also knows that you are Xiaoli's elder?"
"The education I received since childhood taught me that elders should be caring toward their juniors."
"But from your actions and the look in your eyes, Auntie, I don't see a trace of compassion for Xiaoli."
Lin Jing narrowed her eyes, desperately trying to pull her wrist out of Qin Yihan's grasp:
"Why should I feel compassion for an ungrateful wretch!?"
Ungrateful wretch.
These three words instantly drained the color from Su Xiaoli's face.
She stepped back unconsciously, looking at Lin Jing with disbelief.