"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, girl, I let you get hurt again, I'm sorry!" He hoarsely blamed himself, his chest filled with heartache and fury.
How long had he been gone? How could a crazy woman come here and make her suffer like this?
He finally had her, kept her by his side, unwilling to harm even a hair on her head, but now, someone truly reckless dared to come and put their life at risk.
He released her, fixed his gaze on her swollen little face, saw her disheveled appearance, and suddenly clenched his fists, anger rising.
Turning around, his eyes sharp as knives, fiercely piercing the person he had pushed to the ground, he growled, "He Yiran, are you really asking for death?"
His fury was overwhelming as he stood up and went over, grabbing the woman's hair mercilessly, and slapped her hard twice.
His blows were so forceful that the woman's ears rang, her teeth loosened, and blood gushed from her mouth.
