As soon as she stepped out, Rong Sinan immediately got up from the sofa, his handsome face tense as he walked toward her.
Tang Yige stood at the door watching Rong Sinan, the fearless and resilient demeanor she exhibited in the study room while facing Fang Jingyi dissipated entirely like a balloon pricked by a slender needle.
Tang Yige's heart felt heavily fatigued, yet her face revealed nothing.
She stepped toward him.
As they got close, Rong Sinan grabbed one of Tang Yige's hands, pulling her into his embrace.
Tang Yige tilted her delicate face up to smile at him, her hand pressed against his chest, "What are you doing?"
Rong Sinan's gaze was concerned and anxious, his thin lips pressed tightly together. He glanced towards Fang Jingyi, who had emerged from the study and was now standing at the door gazing at him and Yige, then lowered his eyes, staring intently into Tang Yige's eyes.
As if trying to discern something from them.
