Chapter 130: The Last Hope is Dashed

Bao Yancheng's gaze and questioning carried a strong sense of oppression, making Xiang Yiran anxious.

Could Bao Yancheng possibly know about Wen Wanzhi having cancer?

Xiang Yiran squinted her eyes.

No, if Bao Yancheng knew about it, how could he still confront her so calmly and composedly?

Xiang Yiran scoffed, her lips curling into a sneer, "It's nothing, Brother Yancheng, I might not touch her again, but she has offended more than just me in Beijing."

Bao Yancheng sat in his chair, tilting his head back to look at Xiang Yiran, who stood not too far away.

He rarely saw Xiang Yiran from this angle.

Arrogant, paranoid, she seemed to be looking down on everything, but actually, she appeared more like she was desperately begging for someone's attention from the depths of an abyss.

Bao Yancheng placed the napkin from his lap onto the table and stood up, intending to leave. He turned and left behind a single remark.