Kicking open the door, the door shook violently, shocking everyone in the room.
Xing Xiaoya was curled up in the corner; her thin clothes were dyed red. When she saw Huo Xiaoran, it was as if she had seen a straw to clutch at. A hint of surprise flashed across her miserable eyes.
"Brother Xing Chen, save me. Save me. They hit me. It hurts." Xing Xiaoya had been crying all night, and her voice was hoarse like a duck's.
Huo Xiaoran glanced at her disdainfully. The bodyguards walked up to him respectfully and lowered their heads. They bent down and said respectfully, "President Huo, this woman refuses to confess. No matter how we hit her, she denied that she set the fire."
Xing Xiaoya looked at Xing Chen expectantly. She thought that her patience and persistence last night would definitely dissolve Brother Xing Chen's suspicions. If he realized that he had done something wrong, he would feel a sense of guilt toward her.
