Yan Chu stood still, his gaze fixed deathly on Luo Qiangwei who was embraced by Mo Shiche. His hand that hung by his side clenched into a fist as if at any moment he would charge forward and snatch her away.
"Aren't you going to get lost?" Mo Shiche's voice was ice-cold, "I'm giving you a chance for my wife's sake. Don't push your luck."
Yan Chu's feet shifted as if ready to strike, but Luo Qiangwei suddenly spoke, "Ah Chu," she said calmly turning her head while standing in Mo Shiche's arms to look at him, "you should go back and rest. I'm fine, he's not going to do anything to me."
Yan Chu met her eyes and after a long moment, he nodded, "Okay, call me anytime, I'll be there."
After finishing his words, he walked out of the detention room.
"Luo Qiangwei, do you need to explain yourself to another man like this," Mo Shiche looked down at her, a mocking curve rising on his lips, "I'm your husband, what do you think I can do to you?"
