Fu Yunshen radiated a chilling, gloomy coldness that seemed to freeze the surrounding air into ice.
Just as he was about to throw a second punch at Director Zheng, he suddenly heard Director Zheng say he hadn't touched her.
Fu Yunshen's fist was forcefully retracted.
Director Zheng, with trembling teeth, said, "Miss Wen... she bit her tongue."
Fu Yunshen's tall frame stiffened abruptly.
He strode to the bedside, looking at the woman who had fainted, his pupils contracting violently.
...
The golden sunlight filtered through the curtains into the room, where a stunningly exquisite figure lay on the wide, soft divan.
The woman's thick, curled eyelashes quivered slightly before her eyelids slowly opened, revealing a trace of bewilderment in her eyes.
Her tongue was still in severe pain, hurting with the slightest movement.
Wen Yuci pursed her lips and sat up from the bed.
Her head was heavy, her limbs weak and without strength.
