"We're just having a casual chat." Shen Jiayin pulled Zuo Qingqing away, but she didn't forget to glance back at Yang Ruxin.
Yang Ruxin, in turn, gestured with the Silver needle in her hand.
Just now, if a bit more time had passed, Zuo Qingqing's hand would have been ruined.
Shen Jiayin's face turned pale for a moment, suddenly recalling her little uncle, Shen Wenbi. That strange illness seemed to have been caused by Yang Ruxin, and she had extorted a considerable amount of Silver from the Shen Family to cure him.
She almost forgot that woman's malice just now.
Although she wasn't worried about Zuo Qingqing, the fact that she came along meant that if something happened, it would be her problem too. Thinking of this, she unconsciously tightened her grip.
"Jiayin, you're hurting me," Zuo Qingqing frowned, "That Yang Ruxin is just a country bumpkin, why are you afraid of her?"
