Feng Chuan tried several times to stand up, but his hands were cuffed to the table, unable to move. His efforts to break free made it seem as though his mortal enemy had entered the room. The visitor's purpose didn't seem to be to visit him, but to deliver a death blow.
Seeing him like this, Xia Lu was momentarily stunned. She didn't understand why he was acting this way until she suddenly realized. Feng Chuan must have a guilty conscience and thought she was there to take revenge on him today. But he didn't think it through—now that he was already in here, what revenge could she possibly exact? It wasn't as if she would ruin her own future just to settle the score with a scoundrel like him.
"Why are you here?!" Having failed to break free, he glared at Xia Lu. He intended to use pre-emptive anger to intimidate her, regardless of her purpose. But Xia Lu wasn't moved.
