Chapter 824
Xia Wanwan was held in Ne-yo's arms, a feeling of despair pervading her entire being. Her gaze was scattered, almost losing focus.
The man's voice sounded above her head, weak yet with undiminished momentum: "How long are you going to hold my wife?"
In the next second, Xia Wanwan raised her head. Xi Muchen's handsome face was smeared with grime, and the white shirt he was wearing when he went out was now dirty and disheveled. Though he appeared very much in a sorry state, this man exuded a kind of decadent beauty that did not compromise his handsomeness.
Xia Wanwan's eyes widened in surprise. In an instant, her expression seemed to clear up after a storm, the clouds dispersing. The man looked at her foolishly stunned expression and curled his lips, enduring the pain in his body, extended his hand towards Xia Wanwan without a change in his expression.
