Li Yuntang's pupils moved, and his hawk-like gaze fell on her delicate face as his thin lips uttered cold words, "So what? He hurt you so badly, yet you still protect him?"
"I'm not protecting him..." Yan Xiaye's brows furrowed tightly, and her watery eyes reflected the man's indiscernible mood.
As their gazes met, her heart leaped to her throat, and her slender body shivered violently.
Li Yuntang was not joking; he was serious!
"Anyway, you can't kill him!" Standing on her tiptoes and forcefully tugging at the man's arm, Yan Xiaye pleaded with tears brimming in her lashes, "Please, for the sake of the Old Madam, spare him this once, just this once, okay?"
The fearful and panicked tone made the barely alive Li Beicheng laboriously lift his eyelids, his blurred vision gazing at the silhouette of Yan Xiaye.
If Li Yuntang hadn't arrived just in time, Li Beicheng would have already executed Yan Xiaye on the spot.
