Qin Youxue let out a small sigh, pressing a cold towel to her face, hoping that the palm print would fade sooner rather than later.
At the very least, not so obvious that she wouldn't even know what excuse to make.
The night was quiet and still.
Luo Xiuhui rushed in from outside, paused at the sight of Qin Wei smoking gloomily on the sofa, and asked, "Did she agree?"
"No." Qin Wei replied irritably, "She's completely disobedient."
"I knew it!" Luo Xiuhui sneered coldly, "She doesn't have the type of face that knows how to stay in line! The car is here, waiting outside. Let's go upstairs and bring her down now."
But Qin Wei hesitated, "This… isn't it too fast? Should I try persuading her one more time?"
Luo Xiuhui's narrow, sharp eyes glared at him, "Dawei, what are you saying? Didn't we agree on this long ago? If she doesn't agree, we'll take her to that hospital. Are you backing out now?"
