Huang Xiaojue had risked coming here. What for?
"Xixi, I'm just worried about you…"
She burst out in a rage, "What am I afraid of? Don't you know? I've only got one life to lose. What does Liang Sheng matter to me? Why should I fear him? Huang Xiaojue, get out! Your fake concern really disgusts me..."
She shoved him aside and fled.
Suddenly, his hand shot out, and in the next moment, he held her tight.
All her courage vanished in an instant. All her pretense was gone too.
Nobody knew how hard this period had been for her. She was terrified, threatened, and Wan Donglin was missing. There was no one around who could lend a hand—only this man holding her now, the very architect of her suffering.
