The clothes on the bed he had prepared for Yinyin were still a mess, unsorted.
Some of them Yinyin hadn't even worn...
Bo Fengheng trembled with anger as he seized her throat, "Who let you touch her things? Just because I casually said you could stay here, you really think you're someone important?"
"No, it's not like that..." Wen Yiqing struggled in terror.
Seeing the murderous aura emanating from him, she was almost scared out of her wits and explained in pain, "I was just helping to tidy up, I really haven't touched, touched anything..."
"Get out, don't set foot in this room again if you don't want to stay in the basement." Bo Fengheng cast her off with icy disdain.
Caught off guard, Wen Yiqing nearly tumbled down the stairs.
Finally steadying herself, tears surged uncontrollably, "Brother Junyan, how could you be so heartless?"
She called him Brother Junyan in the hope of evoking his memories of their time together in Yangcheng, to stir some compassion in him.
