He suddenly reached out to grip her chin and forced her to look up at him.
Ye Hao took a step closer; his eyes were as sharp and cold as knives and he looked like he was looking at his enemy rather than his wife.
"You knew she was alive all along, didn't you?" he growled angrily and his grip tightened around her chin, as though he wanted to crush her chin.
Han Xue's mouth opened in pain and her face turned as white as a sheet from the sudden sharp pain.
She did not attempt to free herself and allowed his violence to continue.
Ah…
She hoped that he would hit her and inflict injuries on her so that she could take photographic evidence. If he backed her into a corner one day, she vowed to strike back.
"Does it matter?" Han Xue said with a cold laugh. She laughed even harder as the pain intensified.
