"Yes, I divorced because of him. Are you satisfied now? Can you let go?"
Qin Wan didn't know about the terrifying thoughts in Mu Shaochen's mind.
All she wanted was to have no further entanglements with this man.
If such an answer could fulfill her wish,
then she didn't care if he hated her.
But as soon as she finished speaking, Mu Shaochen pinned her against the wall behind her.
She clearly saw a flash of murderous intent in his eyes.
His large hand angrily gripped her throat as he saw his own reflection in Qin Wan's furiously widened pupils.
It seemed to bring him instantly back to his senses.
Before she could struggle, he withdrew his hand.
The hand that had been holding her wrist also loosened.
Without another glance, he turned and walked away.
Qin Wan watched Mu Shaochen's retreating figure for a long while before slowly lowering her head and looking at her wrist.
The pain there seeped through her skin,
and spread all the way to her heart.
