"..." Yun Mengxuan hesitated for a moment, hoping for an affirmative response, and quickly took out his cell phone.
"No, Jingjing, don't." Yun Yiqun wanted to stop him, but Yun Qing wouldn't let her escape his glare, instead, he sneered at her, "Are you scared? Is all this true?"
"..." Yun Yiqun weakly shook her head, her eyes flashing with unprecedented fear.
In Yun Qing's eyes, however, was unprecedented anger and pain. As his gaze landed on Yun Yiqun, it seemed like a sharp knife, ready to tear open her heart to see the truth. He held her shoulders tightly, gritting his teeth, "Tell me, who is he exactly, who is he?"
Within twenty-four hours, she mingled with two men.
Qiaoqiao's words echoed in Yun Qing's mind.
The thought of this critical clue made Yun Qing feel a surge of violence within him, as if he wanted to strangle Yun Yiqun to death.
His grip on Yun Yiqun's shoulders intensified, causing her to feel numb and weak with pain.
