He hates, hates himself for not being strong enough! Hates himself for being incompetent!
Qiao Xuan stood by the glass window for more than half an hour, his eyes equally bloodshot, unable to endure any longer, he turned and walked away: "I'm going to find Fu Nancheng! I want to kill this bastard!"
"Xiao Xuan!" Xie Qinghuan immediately grabbed him, worried he might impulsively do something irreversible.
"Let me go! I want to kill this bastard!" Qiao Xuan shouted furiously, his eyes blazing, his voice resounding incessantly through the corridor.
Xie Qinghuan was flung off in an instant, staggering back twice, bumping into an embrace.
Turning her head, she saw a face like a seductive demon, eyes deep as he stared at her.
"Bastard, you have the nerve to come!" Xie Qinghuan shoved him away.
Yan Yiheng frowned slightly, seeing the disgust in her eyes, he pursed his thin lips, saying nothing.
