Han Qingshan stared at Jiang Yingyue, a storm was brewing in his eyes, and he was anything but pleased.
The temperature of the room was plummeting to freezing degrees, and it was hard for Jiang Yingyue to hold back the tears that were swirling in her eyes.
The silence was nerve-wracking, and finally, Jiang Yingyue lifted her head, only to see the angry expression of Han Qingshan.
Her face turned terrified, and the tears in her eyes swelled. Seeing her looking like this, so innocent and like a scared white rabbit, Han Qingshan felt an inexplicable urge to grab her and hug her until the tears vanished.
But when he thought back to the words she had said before, the urge to destroy her also appeared.
"You want to leave after you are done using me, huh?" Han Qingshan suddenly asked with a dangerously low and emotionless voice, but when Jiang Yingyue heard it, she lifted her head in shock and looked at him perplexed.
