It wasn't until Gu Qianqian ran out crying, that Lu Zhanbei managed to pull himself out of his raging fury.
He knew his words were harsh, and he knew that they would hurt her, but how could she understand the feeling of seeing her being treated so by another man?
How could he possibly keep his fury under control when he practically wanted to kill someone?
However, after he poured all his anger onto her, he felt a heart-wrenching pain.
He hurriedly ran after her. After a few steps, he caught up with the frail figure not far ahead. He grabbed her slim wrist tightly that the joints turned white, "Gu Qianqian, stand still..."
Lu Zhanbei gripped so hard that it hurt her wrist.
Yet Qianqian bit her lip and didn't make a sound, coldly retorting: "On what authority do you demand this of me?"
At her words, Lu Zhanbei's gaze tensed dangerously: "Lu Zhanbei."
Lu Zhanbei...
These three words, these three words indeed.
