An Lan was only filled with overwhelming despair.
Her hands tightly grasped Huo Zhanting's forearm, and she bit down into it, full of indignation.
The sweet metallic taste of blood spread in her mouth, An Lan bit harder and harder, while Huo Zhanting just stood there letting her bite, not dodging or avoiding, not even uttering a word.
Because he knew that An Lan couldn't escape the palm of his hand.
After biting for who knows how long, An Lan felt her jaw stiffening, and she finally let go.
Tears streamed down her face as she leaned weakly against Huo Zhanting, looking at the man's cold and unfeeling face, and asked faintly,
"Huo Zhanting, doesn't our previous deal count anymore?"
"You promised me..."
The woman clutched Huo Zhanting's lapel tightly, almost pleading, "You promised to help me find out who the murderer was!"
Huo Zhanting gently wiped away An Lan's tears with a tender touch, but the words that came out plunged An Lan into a cold abyss.
