The phone that hit the wall with a bang fell to the ground.
The screen was shattered, broken like cobwebs.
What Yan Hua could not stand the most was being kept in the dark and lied to.
Perhaps it was because she had been severely hurt once before and even if she had forgiven him, there was still a trauma in her heart.
She did not look at him and turned to leave.
When she passed by Bo Yan, her wrist was grabbed by him.
His palm was icy cold, with no warmth.
With her face tensed, Yan Hua grit out angrily, "Let go!"
The man did not let go but held her even more tightly.
Furious, she struggled violently to get out.
Bo Yan did not want to see her angry and threw her to the wall, his other hand on top of her head, trapping her between his chest and arm.
Yan Hua lifted her leg to kick him.
She kicked his calf bone and it hurt a lot, his expression darkening.
But he had no intention of letting go.
