"Don't cry at me," Huo Beijiang said coldly.
Ding Jiaqi's eyes lit up. "Are you feeling sorry for me? I knew it. But don't worry. Even though I'm disappointed and in pain, I will pull myself together. I won't be knocked down easily."
Huo Beijiang scanned Ding Jiaqi with a look that said, "Little Deer was absolutely right—this woman must have water in her brain," and then started walking faster. Ding Jiaqi had to jog to keep up.
"Bei Jiang, don't walk so fast. Wait for me."
Huo Beijiang abruptly turned around, his sharp eyes slicing through Ding Jiaqi like knife blades. The cold and cruel expression in his gaze was not masked in the slightest. "Don't call me Bei Jiang. You're not worthy."
The surrounding air seemed to thin with his fury, giving off an oppressive, suffocating feeling.
