However, before Yao Tang completely walked out of the room, she took one last look at him. "Thank you for protecting me from that flower pot," she said sincerely.
Cheng Yan shook his head. "Don't thank me for this," he responded. "You were caught in the crossfire. I'm responsible for you."
Although his voice was low and casual, there was a sense of danger flashing in his eyes. His fingers dug into the bedsheets.
Being the young master of the Cheng Family, he had been used to dealings like these. Kidnappings and assaults were no stranger to a man of his stature. In fact, he had already grown indifferent to them.
However, now that they had involved Yao Tang...this was where it got personal.
When she finally turned around and left, he slowly stood up from his bed.
