The butler shook his head helplessly: "Miss Qin, I can't help either. These people are under the orders of the Third Young Master."
Qin Youxue bit her lip tightly. She looked up at the row of men in black standing guard at the door. They stared straight ahead, like machines, completely ignoring her pleas and sobs.
At that moment, she truly felt despair.
Mo Hexuan was serious.
He wasn't giving her any chance to leave; he wanted to confine her!
Qin Youxue, heartbroken, returned to the room. She collapsed on the sofa, crying silently. She thought that Mo Hexuan getting married was sad enough, and now this was happening.
How could he do this to her?
He kept saying he liked her, yet he was forcing her to do things she didn't want to do?
In the evening, Mo Hexuan came back.
Seeing her eyes red and swollen from crying, he was slightly surprised. He walked over, cupped her face, and said tenderly, "Why are you crying like this? Who bullied you?"
