C441 It Was You Who Arranged It

"Hanye, what are you... What...? Let go of me... " The force in Nangong Hanye's hand was not small. His eyes, which were as deep as an ancient well, were clearly filled with anger. Mi Sha'er suddenly felt that the air in her lungs had been sucked out and her vision turned black. She reached out and grabbed Nangong Hanye's hand and struggled.

Nangong Hanye's hand loosened a little