His handsome face was no longer hiding the anger; it seemed ready to explode.
The grip on her wrist was getting tighter.
Gu Nanqiao's face contorted in pain, and her voice took on a displeased tone, "Let go, you're hurting me."
She was still ill, truly not wanting to argue with him.
She understood that his anger was borne out of concern for her.
Care leads to anxiety. If he did not care about her at all, he would not have been this upset.
Moreover, she had lied to him last night about being at home, and now he had seen her getting out of someone else's car—it was impossible for him not to be furious.
Feeling slightly dizzy, Gu Nanqiao tried to resist again, "Can you let go first?"
Yet Huo Jingting squeezed even harder, as if he wished he could crush her bones, "Where have you really been?"
Seeing that he had no intention of letting go, she gave up struggling, looked up, and met his gaze, "Linxi."