This brutal Mu Qian made Wen Jiaren afraid; his eyes were bloodshot, full of hostility, a completely different person from his usual cold demeanor.
One is a Fake Devil, the other a true Satan!
Wen Jiaren tightly grasped Mu Qian's hand, trying vainly to struggle free, but the more she struggled, the stronger Mu Qian's grip became. Her chin was marked red, yet he seemed oblivious, showing no intention of letting go.
"Tell me, why did you go to find Long Teng?" Mu Qian repeatedly asked.
Wen Jiaren's eyes welled with tears, her chin hurt intensely, as if the bone might shatter at any moment, making it impossible to think, her parted lips could not form clear words, only a muddled cry, "It hurts, hurts..."
She struggled for a long time, and he finally relented, like someone disgusted, releasing her chin harshly, his voice even more brutal, "Why did you go to Long Teng's room, why did you look for him, speak."
