In a state of utter panic, Ye Lu could only desperately cling to the iron railing on the corner of the stairs.
She turned her head to see Shang Jingchen's ferocious face, her heart gripped by utter terror.
"Let go." Shang Jingchen forcefully tried to pry her hand loose, ruthlessly wrenching her fingers.
But Ye Lu clung on for dear life, despite his efforts scraping her palms bloody, she held on with every ounce of strength she had.
"You lunatic, Shang Jingchen, let me go! Have you lost all humanity? How could you be so cruel?" Ye Lu sobbed uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face, her despair at its peak.
He was actually trying to kill her child. Why were all the men she encountered so heartless and callous, hurting her relentlessly, pushing her to the brink?
She hated them, she hated them to death!
