C142 A Confession

Soong Yurui's gaze was too hot. Lin Qianyuan couldn't help but look away from him.

The subordinate moved a little faster. Lin Qianyuan wanted to leave after dealing with the wound on his face, but she did not expect Soong Yurui to pull her wrist.

With a flip of his body, Soong Yurui pressed Lin Qianyuan on the back of the sofa. He grabbed Lin Qianyuan's arm and firmly held her in his arms