Nan Zhi stared up at the man who had tied her up in disbelief. His handsome features were ice cold while his black orbs were dark and filled with rage.
Nan Zhi's pupils constricted in fear. She did not know what she did to make him angry. Her face was pale and her legs weakened unconsciously.
She could remain rational in front of those people that wanted to frame and set her up. However, ever since he strangled her, she could not help but fear this man whenever she saw him.
When she was with him, she would always do her best to control her emotions to prevent angering him. no matter how unhappy she was.
But what was he doing?
How could he tie her up?
She struggled to get up from the bed. However, her shoulders was forced down by him the moment she got up.
He stood by the bed. His well-defined shoulders were slightly bowed and the first three buttons of his shirt were undone, exposing his muscular chest and firm torso.
