Lan Xiao didn't seem to hear her call and went out without looking back.
In the private room, only LAN xingbo and Han Yun were left.
Han Yun's body trembled as she bit her lip and called out in a trembling voice, " xingbo, I, Yingluo, have my own difficulties. Can you listen to my explanation? "
LAN xingbo raised his head, forcing back the tears that were about to flow out of his eyes.
He clenched his fist and slowly turned to look at Han Yun.
"Alright, tell me, what's your purpose in doing all this? You lured my sister here, got them to kidnap her, and sent her to an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs. What was your purpose?"
A trace of slyness flashed in Han Yun's eyes. She thought that as long as Lan Xiao was not around, she would be more than enough to deal with LAN xingbo.
All along, whenever she shed a few tears or cried, LAN xingbo would lose his sense of propriety and put down his pride to coax her.
