Kapitel 107: Such Bad Luck

The second-generation nouveau riche was in so much pain that he was screaming on the ground. He felt as if his entire body was about to fall apart.

Yun Qing looked at the man's broad back in front of her, and her heart pounded.

The air was filled with the familiar scent of perfume and the faint smell of alcohol.

Huo Chuan stood just a short distance away from her, protecting her.

If it was before, she would definitely be tempted and only want to go with him.

But now, she would definitely not be tempted by this man.

Huo Chuan's hand was still holding her wrist, extremely firmly.

They had been married for three years, but he had never held her hand so firmly.

Even on the day of their wedding, the symbolic hand-holding was just a hollow handshake.

Yun Qing came back to her senses and quickly broke free from Huo Chuan's hand, retreating backward.