Before her raised hands could land on Yi Qianxu's body, he had grabbed her with a pair of big palms. She was unable to move or break free.
"What, didn't Miss Si say that the person from yesterday wasn't you? Why are you so angry?" Yi Qianru lowered his head and raised his voice slightly.
A drop of cold sweat dripped down from Si Yaya's forehead, and her brain was running at a high speed. She was thinking about how to justify this lie.
"Hmm? Miss Si, you should be able to give me a reasonable explanation." Yi Qianru suddenly looked at Si Yaya in a calm and relaxed manner.
Si Yaya's arm was still firmly held in his hand. She twisted her body again and found that Yi Qianru's hands were like iron pliers and she couldn't get rid of them at all.
She looked up again and saw that Yi Qianxu wa
