"Speak, what are you doing here?"
Adam glared down at her, his fingers tightening inch by inch around her wrist, "Tell me!"
Yan Xiaye ignored him, opening her mouth to call for help, but the man covered it with his other hand.
"Mmm!"
She struggled desperately, using her free hand to push him away, but the natural strength disparity between men and women rendered her efforts futile.
Because they were near the bathroom, neither servants nor bodyguards stayed around here.
So Adam was fearless, staring harshly into her eyes: "Woman, don't forget you had a part in what happened that night. If I'm the murderer of my brother, then you're my accomplice. Don't think you can..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Yan Xiaye slapped him hard across the face when she realized she couldn't push him away.
Adam's head turned slightly from the force of the slap, his expression dark and grim, yet he still didn't release Yan Xiaye.
