Under his relentless questioning, Lu Fengxuan had already buried her head in shame, unable to utter a single word in defense of herself.
And this last question, like a heavy hammer, smashed mercilessly into her heart.
Her face turned pale as she walked hurriedly towards him, saying nervously, "I'm sorry, Brother Ayin, I was wrong."
"Next time I won't be so impulsive again, you're right, with you and Xiaoyi, Jiujiu around, I should take full responsibility for my own safety."
Yu Chiyin's expression was cold as he nodded and said, "It's good that you understand."
He turned away, his back to her, as he unbuttoned his shirt cuffs, seeming to have calmed down.
"It's getting late, go take a shower. I still have two meetings, I'll stay in the study to rest tonight," he said.
With that, Yu Chiyin took long strides towards the door.
Lu Fengxuan's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly hugged his long arm, only to see the bulging veins on the back of his hand.
