"If you still have me in your heart, don't do anything to hurt me, okay?" Xia Yanran looked at Yi Fan with her eyes bright and pleading.
Yi Fan stared at Xia Yanran for a while and there was a slightly touched look in his eyes. He released the hand that was grabbing onto Xia Yanran's hair.
Just as he was about to pull her up from the ground, he saw the phone she had hidden behind her.
The screen was still lit.
Yi Fan's expression, which had softened, turned dark.
Xia Yanran saw that he had found her phone and quickly shouted the name of the hotel and the room number.
Grabbing onto the phone, Yi Fan smashed it on the ground. He yanked at Xia Yanran's arm and dragged her onto the sofa.
Xia Yanran struggled, the cold sweat on her forehead flowing down. "Yi Fan, what you're doing is against the law. Calm down and don't destroy the image I have of you in my heart, okay?"
