Wen Sheng didn't intend to hide anything and told Fu Yanlin everything that happened at the subway station.
At this moment, Fu Yanlin's face was as dark and cold as water, his hand clutching the cup had veins bulging, and tumultuous waves surged in the depths of his eyes.
He had never imagined that such an incident would occur within just a week of leaving Wen Sheng.
If it weren't for Fu Yanlin harboring lasting grievances about the past and being well-prepared in advance, Wen Sheng might have been harmed by those two men—
Just the thought of it made his heart feel as if it were being viciously sliced by a hooked knife.
Piercing into his heart, scraping the flesh off the tip of his heart with every stroke.
"Fu Yanlin, I'm really okay. I've been living alone for a while, so I'm very alert," Wen Sheng tried to soothe Fu Yanlin's emotions, when suddenly she heard a "pop" as the glass cup he was holding in his palm exploded.
