The moment he saw Fu Nancheng, he frowned.
Fu Nancheng's eyes nearly burst open, staring at the man who appeared in the room, unable to come to his senses for a long time.
In the next second, his gaze turned ferocious, his eyes, originally tinged with red, gradually became blood-red.
His hands fell on her shoulders, almost crushing her bones: "You said we can never be together again? Is it because of him? Do you still love him? Do you still love him!"
He roared, looking at Jiang Jinghao, who had emerged wearing only a pair of shorts, his face darkened.
Had she long been eager to leave him?
Had Jiang Jinghao always been in her heart all along?
How could she... how could she be with him so quickly!
Pain flashed in his eyes, struggling to accept this reality, staring grimly at her, insisting she give him an answer.
Qiao Mo's face turned a shade paler, and cold sweat seeped from her forehead.
There was a wound on her shoulder, not deep, but the tearing pain was still intense.
