A Useful Tool 4

As she spoke, Ye Leng'an didn't bother to hide the cold aura emanating from her.

For a moment, as Qian Gumeng looked at Ye Leng'an, she couldn't help but shudder. However, soon after, a surge of anger overcame her. She rushed forward and raised her hand, intending to slap Ye Leng'an. But before her hand could make contact, it was caught by a slender and delicate hand.

Although that arm appeared slender, and the hand petite, at this moment, it gripped her wrist like a pair of iron tongs, rendering her hand immobile. She even felt waves of pain emanating from her wrist, as if it might break at any moment.

"Qian Gumeng, do you want to hit me?" Ye Leng'an looked at her coldly. "If you no longer want your hand, just let me know, and I can break it for you."

"You..." Feeling the pain in her arm, tears welled up in Qian Gumeng's eyes, and she begged, "Let go of me, Ye Leng'an, please, let go."