Qin Yiren weakly shook her head. Leaning in Bo Jinghang's arms, she still couldn't stop her body from trembling.
Bo Jinghang felt a wrenching pain in his chest. He held her in silence, wishing he could fuse her into his very bones and blood so she would never suffer any harm again.
"…I don't know."
Drawing a sliver of strength from the man's embrace, Qin Yiren finally managed to stop shaking. She spoke in a low voice: "He didn't let me see his face, but…"
At this point, Qin Yiren hesitated slightly.
From the few words she'd gleaned from that man, she'd pieced together that he seemed to hold a grudge against Bo Jinghang, which was why he'd done those things to her.
If Bo Jinghang learned that all of this had started because of him…
"Xiaoqian, I'm listening." Bo Jinghang lowered his gaze, looking straight into her eyes. His voice was as gentle as it could possibly be, afraid of hurting her. "Tell me everything you know, and leave everything after that to me, okay? Be good."
