Fu Jichen watched her face full of tears, but felt no sympathy, only sensing pretentiousness.
The afterglow in the sky had faded, and the streetlights in the courtyard lit up. The wind on the terrace was strong, making Wei Ronghua's eyes sting. "Jichen, believe your mother, I really didn't..."
Fu Jichen withdrew his arm from her hand, not even bothering to maintain the most basic courtesy, pressing her step by step, "I'll ask you again, how did you threaten her?"
Wei Ronghua was teary-eyed, and could only manage to utter a single "I", stammering for half the day without saying a complete sentence.
How was she supposed to say it? That she threatened Shen Jianian with her teacher and friends?
He'd probably forgive her even less if he heard that.
Fu Jichen didn't expect to get an answer from her, giving a self-deprecating laugh, "To fall into this situation today, in the end, I also hold some responsibility. It's because I don't know you well enough."
