Yan Bo did have a pile of accusatory questions, but at that moment, seeing her wretched appearance, he found himself unable to utter any of them.
Yan Bo held her tightly, reluctant to let go.
The man who had just been cold and aggressive in the noodle shop across the street now looked completely dependent in his arms, her soft body snuggling tightly against his chest.
The completely relaxed and trusting posture she displayed extinguished Yan Bo's anger and resentment as if fire had met water, sizzling out instantly.
In his heart, he only wished that the embrace could last longer, preferably forever.
Yet his reason told him that this place was dangerous, and it was not wise to stay for long.
So, he gently stroked her back and coaxed her in a low voice.
"Alright, if there's nothing, shall I take you back?"
Tong Xiaohua looked at him with a mix of annoyance and complaint, sniffled, blinked, and a bright teardrop rolled down her eyes.
