Mu Lingqian wants to strangle her.
Mu Lingqian wants to strangle her, she really does.
"Xiangyang …" Mu Lingqian felt as though he heard Wen Xiangyang's voice, heard her calling him, and his heart clenched. In a hoarse voice, he called out for Wen Xiangyang.
Wen Xiangyang, with blurry tear-streaked eyes, lifted her head. She couldn't make out Mu Lingqian's expression, but she was filled with sorrow, and for some baffling reason, her body felt hot.
"Xiangyang…"
Mu Lingqian called out again. As if he couldn't see Wen Xiangyang, he headed for the door.
After two steps, he collided with a chair. That formidable, cold, authoritative man was so distracted he tripped over a mere chair and fell to the ground.
Seeing this, Wen Xiangyang's sorrow was momentarily forgotten. She got up and ran towards Mu Lingqian.