She was trembling all over, and before Su Junhao could make his next move, her legs gave way and she slid down against the door.
Her whole body collapsed on the ground.
Su Junhao's eyes were bloodshot, his anger seemed somewhat relieved, and realizing that he had scared the wrong person, he ignored her, turned around, walked to the bar to fetch a glass, poured himself a drink, and then went straight to the balcony, continuing to sulkily drink.
Yang Qian sat on the ground for quite a while before she regained her composure.
Suddenly, she felt a pang of regret, regretting coming to find Su Junhao, regretting wanting to climb into his bed. Days like this were really too miserable; she had no idea how to handle them. His temper was so explosive that she truly wondered when she might meet her end at his hands.
But having come this far, it was too late to back out, she had to brace herself and go on.
