Yan Chu stood motionless, his gaze fixed on Luo Qiangwei, who was being embraced by Moh Shiche. His hand at his side clenched into a fist, as if he would rush over and snatch her away the next second.
"Are you not leaving?" Moh Shiche's voice was icy cold, "I'm giving you a chance for the sake of my wife, don't push your luck."
Yan Chu shifted his feet, about to make a move when Luo Qiangwei suddenly spoke up, "Ah Chu," she turned her head to look at him from Moh Shiche's arms, calmly saying, "You should go back and get some rest, I'm fine, he won't do anything to me."
Yan Chu met her eyes and after a moment, nodded, "Alright, call me anytime, I'll be there."
After saying that, he walked out of the detention room.
"Luo Qiangwei, do you need to explain to another man like that," Moh Shiche looked down at her, the corners of his mouth curving into a mocking arc, "I am your husband, what do you think I can do to you."
