The pain was almost enough to make her cry out, but luckily, she managed to bite her lip and hold back, her mind clearing considerably in an instant.
Gazing into his eyes that seemed as deep and impenetrable as spilt ink, she resolutely shook her head, "My phone is broken, I can't contact him. I remember the number so I can send him a message, but whether he replies or not, I have no clue."
Bo Fengheng abruptly let go of her hand.
Free from the restraint, Mu Yin quickly sat up, but her heart uncontrollably fluttered with a hint of disappointment.
Just now, for a moment, she really thought he might be trustworthy.
But who knew, he couldn't even pretend for an extra minute.
Luckily, she held back!
"Does he not care about your lives at all?" Bo Fengheng asked coldly, his thick brows undisguised with mockery, "Aren't you the woman he loves the most? He can bear you sleeping beside another man?"
