After her wrist was grabbed by Tang Xi, Ling Hui's body was thrown onto the railing of the garden's balcony.
They were on the seventh floor and the railing was not high. If she had not grabbed onto the railing in time, she might have fallen backwards.
Ling Hui was never a good-tempered person and she immediately got angry.
Her beautiful face was ashen and she was like an angry beast, pushing her hands toward the man.
But before she could touch him, he pushed her again.
Her back hit the railing hard.
Her skin was soft and tender and had probably been bruised.
Ling Hui's heart sank.
Was this how much he liked her?
The night breeze blew and Ling Hui's eyes were teary.
She did not want to argue with him, nor did she want to look at him again. Her expression darkened as she prepared to leave.
But like before, she had only taken two steps before he grabbed her tightly.
"Let go!"
