He Xing clenched his fist but turned to look at Fu Han and insisted, "Xiaohan, there is nothing between her and me."
"Your relationship with her is none of my concern," Fu Han said, then turned and walked away, paying no attention to the flashing lights below or the loud clamor of the journalists.
"Xiaohan, wait a minute," He Xing reached out in an attempt to grab Fu Han's wrist, but Xia Ning's move was quicker. She hugged He Xing's arm tightly and pleaded, "Brother He Xing, don't leave. I... I'm scared alone."
Xia Guoxiong also rushed forward, blocking He Xing's path, and intensified his tone, "He Xing, what exactly is going on between you and Xiaoning? You have to make it clear to me, otherwise how can I explain it to Xiaoning's deceased mother?"
He Xing's hand had already been raised, and with just a bit more force he could have shaken Xia Ning off, but upon hearing these words, he lowered his hand and allowed Xia Ning to cling to him.
