"She is not moving in with you."
Tang Zhiwei’s voice was cold as ice. His fingers gripped Lin Qingyi’s phone so tightly his knuckles turned white. When Lin Qingyi reached out to snatch it back, Tang Zhiwei pulled her into his arms by the waist. He held her firmly with one hand, his grip strong enough that she couldn't move.
"Tang Zhiwei!" Lin Qingyi warned in a low voice, clutching at his sleeve.
Chapter 63