Han Zhifan was a man, after all, and he was angry at that very moment, so he used more force than usual. Cheng Weiwan used the strength in her entire body but wasn't able to budge him in the slightest.
She was already worried about Hanhan and urgently wanted to look for the child, but now that Han Zhifan was preventing her from talking, her rage suddenly reached its peak. No matter how she fought back, Han Zhifan had her pinned down. She saw that Han Zhifan's face had contorted in anger, so she suddenly stopped struggling.
In her eyes, the light turned a little cold. "You might as well kill me!"
She spoke very softly, but it made the rageful Han Zhifan suddenly calm down.
His brows furrowed then he met Cheng Weiwan's gaze.
From his memory, she was always the warm and calm type of woman who never got angry. In that very moment, a different person was staring back at him. She was cold and icy and let off a merciless and ruthless aura.
