His voice was loud, almost a roar, shaking her heart.
Su Ningyan became more uneasy, she had embarrassed him, he must be fuming.
Thinking of this, Su Ningyan bowed her head, dared not speak, and dared not run away.
Tears slowly filled her eyes and then slid down her face, dropping onto his Italian handmade leather shoes.
Zhuo Junyue was filled with rage, but seeing her tears, he couldn't bear to scold her for being stupid.
He reached out to comfort her by pulling her into his arms.
However, Su Ningyan pushed his hand away.
Su Ningyan shook her head and stepped back, "Uncle, don't touch me, I... I'm dirty, I've embarrassed you."
Looking at her, she was clearly terrified.
Yet, she was still concerned about his reputation.
Didn't she realize that as his woman, the person she should trust the most right now was him?
Zhuo Junyue's rage was provoked again by her words.
"Try moving again!"
