Sheng Shi stood rigidly in front of Gu Lanshan, looking at her as she drooped her head, her body shivering intensely. Seeing the torn traces on her clothes made Sheng Shi's gaze sink even deeper.
A flame ignited at the bottom of his heart.
He had already told her not to go to work, but she insisted on going. And now, what kind of mess had she gotten herself into?
Why did she have to be a journalist? Wasn't it enough to thank the news releases? Why chase after tabloid stories like a paparazzo? Are you satisfied now? Got caught, didn't you?
The more Sheng Shi thought about it, the more his anger surged, feeling a murderous impulse. Who was so bold as to dare tear her clothes?
