He could feel the person in his embrace trembling. Her tears soaked through his shirt and it stuck to his chest like a second skin.
"It's alright, it's okay now, don't be afraid." Yan Beicheng stroked the back of her crown gently. He lowered his head slightly, brushing his lips against her hairline just above her temple.
From the berating voice he heard through the vent just now, he could guess what had happened—a dirty deal had been offered over dinner so that a business deal could be secured.
Lin Chu had obviously been set up.
Yan Beicheng's eyes squinted and the air around him went cold. From the corner of his eye, he saw the knob to a private booth jiggled before two men and a woman rushed out in a threatening manner.
