"Jin Mo, do you even have a conscience asking that?" Tang Yan's eyes were filled with fury.
He hadn't slept the entire night and was nearly driven mad upon discovering Jin Mo's disappearance, only to be met with accusations of ill-intentions.
Clenching his fists tightly and with a gloomy expression, he suddenly grasped Jin Mo's hand and yanked her forcefully into his embrace, grinding his teeth as he said, "Come back with me obediently, or I can't guarantee what I'll do."
Jin Mo keenly felt the slight trembling of his body. As she tried to resist, her hands dropped, and she wrapped her arms around his waist, which calmed Tang Yan's restless heart.
Tang's Apartment.
It had been a while since Jin Mo had been there. Pushing the door open, it was still as cold and lifeless as ever, like an ice cellar.
She collapsed on the sofa, powerless and no longer caring whether her clothes were clean, only wanting to find a comfortable position to lie down in.