"Why is it you? Where is Wen Nuan?" Tan Qing gritted his teeth and growled through the unbearable pain, "Do you feel that you haven't hurt her enough? Give her the phone back!"
Did Leng Yan snatch Wen Nuan's phone and call him?
Dammit, whenever he thought of how hurt Wen Nuan was by him, it made his heart ache. His voice was cold, "Leng Yan, I'm warning you, leave her alone! Or I won't let you off! A man should learn to take responsibility. If you can't give her happiness, then stop dragging her into misery."
He seemed to see Nuannuan crying in distress, wanting to escape but being restrained by Leng Yan. He feared even more that Nuannuan might soften for a moment and return to Leng Yan, suffering another round of hurt.
That kind and lovely girl, her heart hadn't completely moved away from Leng Yan, he understood. But he was willing to wait. The only thing he didn't expect was that his mom came too quickly, catching him off guard.
