Fu Lun looked at her suddenly pale little face, and he didn't feel relieved at all; instead, he felt even more desolate. The last person he wanted to harm was her, and he would do anything to protect her.
But it was only in the face of her disgust and hatred that he could not help uttering such sharp words.
Yan Luoxi slowly raised her hand, the back of it lightly touching her forehead, and she spoke in a low voice, "I...I don't understand what you're saying."
Fu Lun looked at her evasive appearance, and his heart ached as well. He said, "You do understand what I'm saying, Luoxi. Listen to me, no matter how hateful your mother is, it's not your place to accuse her."
With her eyes swelling in pain, Yan Luoxi didn't know how she managed to walk out of the elevator. Every step felt extraordinarily difficult.
