Going back means a delayed death; not going back means death now.
Faced with two choices, Ning Xia decisively chose the option of delayed death. Without another word, she turned around, stretched out her hands and feet, and deftly climbed back.
"Hey, my heart aches so much~~~"
Once she had landed back on the ground, Ning Xia's face was ashen. Before she even had time to lament her troubled fate, she was picked up by the back of her collar like a chick and thrown into Bo Siyan's study.
Bo Siyan seemed to have changed into a new shirt and was sitting on the sofa, still looking arrogantly cool and intimidating. He let out a cold chuckle, his voice filled with chill, "Woman, you're really getting bolder and bolder!"
Ning Xia batted her innocent, large eyes, "Mr. Bo, what did I do?"
