A deep sense of foreboding stirred within Jiang Wangya's heart.
As if confirming her worst fears, Huang Xiaoyan mouthed the words, "Jiang Wangya, your time is up."
Jiang Wangya's brow furrowed, her unease growing more intense. Trembling even more in Huang Fu's arms, she couldn't calm herself.
"Huang Xiaoyan," Huang Fu's voice came from behind, "You should reflect on your actions."
"I hope you'll still say that once you know the truth about Jiang Wangya," Huang Xiaoyan's eyes reddened, her voice choking. "I will never reflect on myself, and you have no right to demand it!"
With that, she ran upstairs.
Huang Fu helped Jiang Wangya to the sofa in the living room, his concern evident. "Wangya, you've been wronged."
Jiang Wangya shook her head, her voice gentle and considerate, "It's not a grievance, but… Brother Xing, have I caused more discord between you and Xiaoyan?"
