At this very moment, Tuoba Gucheng felt touched all of a sudden.
He gazed at her solemnly and held her hand, seemingly trying to empower her.
On the other hand, Jin Qingyan seemed to have been struck with a massive blow while Fan Shixin was sent into a state of frenzy.
"Young Sir…" he asked in a trembling voice,
"Get out," said Jin Qingyan, sounding much calmer than before.
"Alright." Fan Shixin took one last glance at him before leaving the room.
He stood by the door, thinking that there would soon be rattling sounds of items being smashed again. Yet, there was nothing.
Fan Shixin shook his head and recalled what he had just seen and heard.
I didn't expect Young Madam to have actually…
It was simply unbelievable.
Jin Qingyan remained unusually silent inside the room, as if he were an injured wolf, quietly nursing his own wounds.
He recalled her apology over the phone call earlier.
