When Han Ziyan arrived at the usual spot where she met with Yang Jianming in the past, she felt quite nervous. It was one thing for her to come to this place on her own. But being threatened into coming here—it was a feeling that Han Ziyan would never be able to forget.
"Follow me." Yang Jianming no longer had the sweetness in his voice as he used to have in the past. At that moment, he looked like a thug who wanted to take advantage of the damsel in distress. Seeing him like this, Han Ziyan was a bit scared. How could she not? She was treated like a little treasure in the palm of Yang Jianming's hands, but now he was suddenly treating her like she was some kind of hooker.
"Brother …Brother Jianming, don't be like this…you are scaring me." Han Ziyan pouted, trying to incite some pity from Yang Jianming.
