He took a pack of cigarettes from the corner of his desk and lit one up.
The white smoke gathered above his head, casting a hazy veil over his handsome features.
Huo Jingting spoke calmly, "I never had the intention of hurting you, but you really shouldn't have set your sights on Gu Nanqiao. You knew... she's the one line I cannot tolerate being crossed."
As he spoke, the "confession letter" he had written overnight flashed through his mind.
Would he have needed to spend a sleepless night writing a ten thousand-word "confession letter" if it weren't for this woman's meddling?
He took a hard drag on his cigarette, keeping his voice even, "So whatever you suffer today is all on you."
He cast a meaningful glance in the direction of the two men and issued a one-word command, "Hit."
As his voice fell, the two men moved, each slapping Rong Wei's face from either side.
"Ah—" She couldn't bear the pain and let out a scream.
