"Gong... Gong Beiyao, I... I didn't expect you to be interested in this woman, it's a misunderstanding... pure misunderstanding..."
The once arrogant Yun Jie, with his hand broken, not only dared not get angry, but turned into a dog begging for mercy, wagging its tail.
Sheng Qianxia looked at Gong Beiyao with surprise, clearly not believing that he had actually shown up here to stand up for her.
A thousand flavors roller over her heart, sour and aching. She wanted to cry, but couldn't make a sound; wanted to talk, but no words would come out.
Sheng Qianxia just stood there, stunned, looking at him as if he were a stranger.
"From now on, I don't want to see anyone with the surname Yun in front of me!!" Gong Beiyao's cold, indifferent words declared the doom of the entire Yun family.
Sheng Qianxia's body involuntarily stiffened even more.
Why on earth was he—here? And doing such a thing for her?
At noon, hadn't he said with his own mouth... to get lost?
