Ye Xiaoyu looked up and saw Anjue's enlarged, cold face.
Instinctively, her heart skipped a beat, and her whole body started to tremble.
She lowered her head, not daring to look at Anjue's face.
The cold wind was biting, and the chill along with the oppressive air around him made her tremble even more.
The next moment, a coat was draped over her thin shoulders. Anjue adjusted the coat for her, his voice cold: "Do you need me to call Chen Ming back to see your pitiful appearance?"
Ye Xiaoyu froze.
"No..."
"Then why are you crying at another man's door? Or do you think that by crying, you'll win his sympathy and he will help you somehow? Help you escape from me?"
When Anjue said this, he was entirely sarcastic.
Ye Xiaoyu was frightened and unsettled by his words.
Indeed!
She was crying at Chen Ming's door. If Chen Ming saw her, what would he do?
And once Chen Ming found out she was Anjue's mistress...
No!
