His heart was beating wildly and restlessly, almost as if it would leap out of his throat.
But the arrow was on the string, and he had no way back.
Huo Jingting pushed the ajar door open and entered, his gaze sweeping around until it finally landed on the figure on the sofa, hugging herself and trembling nonstop.
His pupils quivered, and in the corner of his eye, he saw her torn and broken clothes on the floor.
Huo Jingting walked over slowly. He didn't know what had happened here and didn't dare to ask, simply taking off his own coat and wrapping it around her upper body.
"Xiaoqiao..." the man called out softly, his voice breaking and weak.
He was wrong.
He shouldn't have confidently let her come here with Fu Lingfeng.
It was he who had failed to protect her.
Gu Nanqiao didn't speak, just raised her eyes to look at him briefly before quietly pressing her lips together again.
Fu Lingfeng ran back to the private room shortly thereafter.
