Peng Xiu continued with her pitiful act on the phone, her voice brittle and trembling as she spoke. "I... I... I am not sure who broke into my apartment. They were masked men. Xin-ge, what should I do?" Her words were laced with a carefully crafted vulnerability, masking the truth that it was her own rage that had left her apartment in shambles.
Han Xin's cold, detached voice came through the call, a stark contrast to her feigned distress. "I will send people to your place to pick you up. You can stay at Reigh Tower. It's highly secure."
Peng Xiu's heart sank. She didn't want to go to Reigh Tower. She wanted to stay with him. But she knew better than to suggest it to him. Han Xin would refuse her without hesitation. She wiped away her crocodile tears and forced a grateful tone. "Okay, I will go there. Xin-ge, you are truly so good to me."
