Xiang Wan only wanted to leave this place and not continue entangling with him, "Let go of me!"
Perhaps afraid of provoking her antipathy further, Lu Tianming let go of her hand, "Xiaowan, I have followed your father loyally for so many years. Everything else might be fake, but my loyalty to your father is real. I cannot bear to see him killed so unjustly. Zuo Xingyun is not as simple as you think. He came out of the orphanage and struggled in the slums for so many years; his humanity has long been swallowed by desire. His very bones are rooted in ugliness and greed. He's a guy without a heart!"
Xiang Wan didn't say a word and quickly left him behind.
Upon exiting the office building, the glass bottle she had been tightly clutching in her palm was stained with her sweat.
