With her hair now cascading around her, Xia Mengrui appeared disheveled and messy. The happiness that had illuminated her eyes was replaced by a trembling fear as she struggled to understand why Yang Lingyun was acting like that. Staring at his enraged expression, she stammered, "Why are you so angry? Did I do something wrong?"
Yang Lingyun advanced, forcefully pinning Xia Mengrui against the wall. His intense gaze bore into her with unmistakable anger.
The sound of Xia Mengrui hitting the wall reverberated, a clear thud filling the air. Clenching her fists, she felt a surge of indignationAfter all, it was Yang Lingyun's mistake on the piano that nearly ruined her performance. Why was he in such a bad mood?
The sharp pain in the back of her head made her wince. Tear welled up in her eyes naturally.
Yang Lingyun's fingers curled, their tight grip on Xia Mengrui's shoulder threatening to snap it with a single exertion of force. "How long have you been deceiving me?"
