Su Xiaoying stood by the door, tears welling up in her eyes. Her two small hands gripped her skirt tightly until it was wrinkled.
Feng Sinan squinted at her in the smoke. He had spoken too harshly. She was about to cry as she stood there. Her bright cat-like eyes were really wet, but she tried hard not to let her tears fall, there was a little stubbornness in her weakness, like a pitiful injured little beast.
“Come here.”
Feng Sinan said two words from his thin lips. He was so domineering that he did not allow anyone to argue.
Su Xiaoying walked over and went to his side.
Feng Sinan looked at her from head to toe. She had just showered and was wearing a pink lace princess dress. Her long hair fluttered in the wind. She was so pure that water could be squeezed out.
Feng Sinan frowned and took a deep puff of his cigarette. The fire on his body had nowhere to vent and he felt very uncomfortable.
A man of his status had never wronged himself in such a situation.
