"If you're here to ask me to let you go, don't bother!" His voice was brutally cold.
The heart of Chi Xingye clenched tight.
Even before she said anything, he already anticipated her intentions.
"Chengyan..." Chi Xingye softly called him.
At this moment, his cold, chiselled features were radiating a frosty aura of dominance, giving him an unreadable expression.
Instinctively, Chi Xingye tried to reach out, wanting to grab his arm and implore him.
Yet, she found her actions ridiculous. What right did she have to display such an affectionate gesture, similar to a girlfriend soothing her angry boyfriend.
Helian Chengyan looked at her receding hand, his eyes darkening even further.
Chi Xingye took a deep breath and slowly began, "Please, let me go, I beg you!"
She humbly pleaded, using the word "beg".
Even if he already knew what she was thinking, she still held hope that she could persuade him to let her go.
