She thought of countless ways to try and contact Xiao Chen, but there was no response at all.
Until a few days ago, when she saw An Ziqi being taken away, she realized what they had done.
With no choice, she had to follow them here.
In her heart, she prayed countless times that Xiao Chen would not come, would not come.
However, in the end, she still saw him here, standing on the opposite side of him.
Even though this was not her intention, the facts in front of Xiao Chen were such that she couldn't explain.
"Speak, why don't you speak?"
Xiao Chen looked at her with bloodshot eyes, angrily roaring.
Lan Yue bit her lip, lowered her eyelids, masking the bitterness and sorrow in her eyes.
This motion, in Xiao Chen's eyes, seemed like a silent protest, instantly intensifying his rage.
He raised his hand and grabbed her jaw, forcing her small face up, compelling her to look at him.
The strength in his hand almost crushed her jaw, Lan Yue endured the pain and spoke.
