Aqiang got into the car and looked at Huo Jingfeng, "Mr. Huo, there are some things I must say. Why are you treating Miss Jiang this way? She was the Second Young Master's former fiancée, you should really stay out of it to avoid trouble; if the Second Young Master finds out, he might mistake your genuine kindness for ulterior motives. And Miss An, what will you say if she finds out one day? Although Miss An is quite broad-minded, when it comes to love, women can be petty... You need to think this over."
"I know what I am doing," Huo Jingfeng said, his eyes still closed, adding softly, "I am doing this just to give myself some peace of mind."
Ever since he had taken Jiang Shuya six years ago, what he obtained was not joy, not the pleasure of revenge, but an indescribable sense of oppression and dullness. Over the years, this event did not fade away but always turned into nightmares that tightly bound him in the deep of the night, waking him up in fear and cold sweat.