Ning Yanan looked ghastly, the scenes from the engagement banquet repeatedly assaulting her brain, urging her to find an outlet for her emotions.
But now she was under house arrest, unable to leave.
This single-bedroom apartment she had just moved into, had become her prison.
"I'm not sure about that," came a voice.
"And if I insist on leaving?" Ning Yanan's fist by her side clenched tightly, making a crunching noise, her eyes becoming sharp for a moment.
"Miss Ning, please don't make it hard for us subordinates." The bodyguards respectfully dipped their heads, not believing she, a girl, could forcefully depart from their watch.
"..."
Ning Yanan took two steps forward, then suddenly stopped.
She looked up, glanced around, took a deep breath, relaxed her hand, and turned back to her room.
Sitting in front of the four cold walls, she no longer gazed at the computer.
She didn't even call Qin Youxuan.
