Jio Xin noticed Wang Chuan's gaze. It was as fierce and ruthless as a predator about to devour its prey. Her heart went ice-cold, and a terrible ache blossomed within it.
Years of tireless hard work and dedication were like a beautiful soap bubble.
With just a gentle POP, it vanished without a trace.
This only confirmed a fact for Jio Xin.
For the past few years, Wang Chuan had lived for his daughter, Yanyan, and Yanyan alone. No one else had ever made it into his heart.
Now, Yan Feifan was the only hope for treating his daughter, Yanyan.
And today, she had almost destroyed that hope.
To Wang Chuan, it didn't matter what she had done before. As long as she touched upon his taboo, it was an unforgivable sin.
Once she understood this, Jio Xin felt the pain in her heart lessen slightly.
"Mr. Wang, I really didn't mean to harm Mr. Yan."
"At that moment, I don't know what came over me. It was like I was momentarily dazed and lost all memory and control."
