As they approached the villa, Song Qinghuan looked deeply into Shi Yuhuan's eyes, trying to convey her determination and sincerity. She said, "Shi Yuhuan, can you let go of me for a moment? I'd like to talk to you."
After a pause, she added four more words: "About Zhan Cheng!"
Shi Yuhuan's expression had returned to its normal calm. His dark, cold eyes remained fixed ahead, not saying a word.
As soon as the car stopped, he grabbed Song Qinghuan and stepped out, his tall figure as intimidating as a demon.
Once inside the house, Shi Yuhuan angrily kicked the open door shut.
And before Song Qinghuan could react, he roughly pinned her against the wall.
Thrown back against the cold surface, Song Qinghuan felt dizzy and disoriented, groaning in pain.
Before she could realize what was happening, Shi Yuhuan was already leaning up against her, his eyes cold and furious, his breath heavy and hurried.
