Huo Zhenyang had his hands buried in his pockets, his eyes dark and brooding.
Jiayi shuddered under his gaze, feeling a bit uneasy. Could Anya truly be in trouble? The heat from the man's breath was closing in, which she could no longer care about. Even if it was demeaning, she couldn't help but utter two words she thought she would never say to him again, "I beg you."
His eyelids fluttered slightly as he fixed his gaze on her.
The eye contact only lasted for a dozen seconds, but for Jiayi, it felt as long as several years.
Finally, he began to speak, "That night, I came back from the hospital temporarily to get something for the old man and saw Liang Anya placing a listening device in my room."
Jiayi was stunned, "What do you mean?"
His gaze was deep yet as gentle as possible as he locked onto her, trying not to make her too anxious, "Of course, someone instigated her to do this. I suspect she was threatened by someone and had no choice."
