Sun Chenghao seemed terrified, glancing back at the corridor warily before pushing past her and darting in, bellowing at her fiercely.
"I've kept you fed, whether you care or not isn't for you to decide!"
"Weren't you... captured?" Du Xiaoren asked, puzzled.
Sun Chenghao kicked the door shut, paying no mind to her bandaged hand as he grabbed her by the throat and shoved her into the room.
"Still daring to speak? Was it you who snitched on me?"
"I..." Du Xiaoren could barely breathe as she was being choked, her eyes bulging as she shook her head insistently, "no... not... me."
"If not you, then who? No one else knows my business except for you," Sun Chenghao said through clenched teeth, blaming her for all the suffering he endured in the ZMI Agency interrogation room. He tightened his grip on her throat, his face contorted with rage, breathing heavily as if ready to strangle her to death.
