Not knowing how to face Shen Liangchuan, Qiao Lian ran away almost out of reflex.
But she had only taken a few steps when the person behind her caught up. Following that, he gripped her arm tightly. With a strong tug, she spun around and fell straight into his embrace.
With her nose against his muscular chest, she found herself hardly able to breath.
She looked up and saw that Shen Liangchuan's expression was no longer the same.
It was no longer cold and icy. On the contrary, it had some sort of inexplicable tenderness and longing.
He had come out of Li Rui's villa, hence he must have been there to clarify the matter.
And judging by his expression, she could guess that Li Rui must have forgiven them.
As she pondered this, she heard Shen Liangchuan whisper hoarsely in her ear, "Qiao Lian, I'm sorry."
Sorry?
Qiao Lian lifted her head and looked at him puzzled.
She had come prepared to offer her humble apologies.
