Xu Jingxi wasn't annoyed. He turned around, his gaze calmly landing on her. "Behave."
The door was locked from the outside; there was no escaping.
Leh Ying obediently took steps forward, drawing near.
The man leaned back in his leather chair, his voice hoarse, "Stand properly."
She obediently stood in front of him, meeting his unfathomably deep eyes, a surge of grievance filling her, a sob catching in her throat, crying uncontrollably.
Her fingers clenched tightly around his arm, reaching through the expensive fabric of his suit, wanting nothing but to hold on to him tightly.
Her head bowed, her shoulders quivered rhythmically.
The weapon of tears had no effect on the man. He remained motionless. "Even if you married me for the Xu family's power, the Xu family is still mine. Ultimately, you cannot escape my control."
