An Ziqi took a careful look at the woman across from her. Her features were delicate, and she could be considered beautiful, but she paled in comparison to Xiao Chen.
However, when one thought about the Xiao Family's universally extraordinary beauty, it was probably hard to find any woman more attractive than them; even Xiao Moli was more delicate in appearance than her, but she had long since gotten used to it.
Upon noticing the faint purple and blue marks on the woman's wrist from Xiao Chen's grip, she quickly spoke up, "Take it easy. If you have something to say, say it nicely. You're hurting her wrist."
Xiao Chen coldly uttered, "She doesn't deserve it."
An Ziqi had never met Lan Yue, and naturally did not recognize her, especially with her disguised face.
Moli, now with her memory lost, would even be less likely to remember.
