Hu Jian's Origin (1)

However, Li Caiyi painstakingly controlled her emotions. Dai Bolin had warned her that his son was extremely inflexible, so pushing it more than this would only leave a bad taste in her mouth.

Even though they were sitting so close, there was an invisible gap between them, filled with doubt and weariness. Li Caiyi didn't want to let the distance between them become even wider. 

Taking a deep breath, she spoke with a considerably colder tone than before. "Alright, forget about this. Let's not get too agitated and finish our previous conversation first. When you suddenly appeared at the anniversary party, did you know Hu Jian would be there?"

Dai Zhiqiang clenched his hand into a fist. "No. If I knew, I would never have let you go to such a dangerous place."

"Then, you just happened to check on my whereabouts at that time and thought of picking me up or something?" Li Caiyi asked with a hint of sarcasm.