The threat finally stimulated the nerves of the man behind her.
He grabbed Qin Yiren's long hair that reached her waist, yanking her up from the bed by a few centimeters, and coldly laughed with a hoarse voice: "If you mention that name again, I can't guarantee I'll continue to treat you with any tenderness."
Tenderness?
Qin Yiren instinctively tilted her head back, unable to stop her tears from the pain, seeing no connection between the man's actions and any hint of tenderness.
But at this moment she was at a disadvantage, unable to rebuke the man's words openly, instead catching a faint hint of implication.
"Bo Jinghang... You know Bo Jinghang." She murmured with certainty, groggily guessing, "Are you treating me this way because of Bo Jinghang?"
After hearing her question, the man kept silent for half a minute, coldly laughing without answering.
