"What are you doing? Let go of my father right now!"
Li Yan snapped back to reality and immediately pointed at Shen Qinglan, cursing her loudly.
Shen Qinglan slightly raised her eyelids, her voice eerie as she said, "I hate it when people point fingers at me the most."
Earlier, Hong Shi pointed at her; if it weren't for Li Wei's sake, she would've broken her fingers long ago.
Perhaps startled by her words, Li Yan's finger instantly shrank back, no longer daring to point directly at Shen Qinglan.
"You little wench, let go of me!"
Li Wen couldn't break free from Shen Qinglan's grip, shocked that Shen Qinglan, a mere teenage girl, possessed such strength exceeding his as a laboring adult.
Li Wei remained silent for a while before finally speaking, "Qinglan, let him go, let's leave."
Shen Qinglan snorted coldly, flinging his hand away and throwing the stool she held onto the ground. Only then did she allow Shen Qingzhu to pull her away, leaving behind Li Wei.
