Just as Zhang Xiaowei was about to refuse, he suddenly noticed the sadness and grievance hidden in Han Xue's angry eyes.
For a moment, Zhang Xiaowei couldn't help but soften his heart.
The harsh words that were about to come out of his mouth couldn't be spoken.
After a few seconds of eye contact, Zhang Xiaowei suddenly opened his arms and pulled Han Xue into his embrace.
Han Xue was taken aback, not knowing what to do as she was held by Zhang Xiaowei.
They stayed like that for a long time before Zhang Xiaowei finally let her go.
"I'm trying to help you, but you can't find your state. And it's your temper—if you treat me like this, how would you react when facing your father's murderer—wouldn't you go crazy on the spot?"
Being held by Zhang Xiaowei, Han Xue had already calmed down.
At this moment, listening to Zhang Xiaowei's words, tears suddenly welled up in her eyes.
"I'm sorry."
