"You've become quite unruly these past two years without anyone caring for you. When we meet, you don't even know how to greet someone?" He held her chin, forcing her to lift her head to meet his gaze.
Sheng Yi loosened her tightly pursed lips: "The only thing I know how to call is for help."
Qin Bing frowned: "Have you been crying?"
Sheng Yi tightened her lips again.
Qin Bing moved his hand, which was holding her chin, from side to side and scrutinized her: "You wiped off the tear stains, but your eyes are swollen like a little rabbit. So, who bullied our Yiyi?"
"Who's your Yiyi! I have nothing to do with you, and you won't be my cousin in the future! I don't have a cousin who wants to marry their own cousin!" Sheng Yi disliked being scrutinized by him and forcibly pried open the wrist gripping her chin.
"Ha—"
Qin Bing chuckled lightly, not angry even when his hand was pried away.
