Suddenly, she turned her head and glared at the man behind her, "Who let you save me? Who gave you permission to save me?!"
As soon as her face turned around, the man was taken aback, recognizing her as the president's daughter, but he only arched an eyebrow, his arms still wrapped around her waist, fearing she would act out again.
"Let go!" Minnie Sutton's face turned red with anger, and unable to break free, she punched the man in the chest with her fist.
The man was very young, about twenty-six or seven years old, with a tall stature and a robust build. If it weren't for the white coat he was wearing, he wouldn't have looked like a doctor at all, more like a model, with a very good figure.
When Minnie Sutton punched him, the man's rock-hard muscles made her own hand hurt instead.
"Let go! Do you know who I am?!" Unable to push him away, Minnie Sutton resorted to her status as the president's daughter, her expression turning as cold as ice.
