Her mother was so sick, and her father didn't dare to visit even once. One could imagine, it was how Huo Jingting had pushed him to his limits.
Huo Jingting's gaze toward her was icy, his lips tightly pursed, remaining silent.
Rong Wei felt a tingling on her scalp as he just stared at her, but she had already spoken her piece and couldn't take it back now.
It was a while before he spoke, "I would actually like to let him off, but why did he have to set his sights on my woman?"
If Rong Zheng had been content, Huo wouldn't have touched him, not even taking Mu Wanhua's face into account.
But he shouldn't have crossed the line with Gu Nanqiao.
Rong Wei was startled when she heard "my woman," and her expression became meaningful. "You mean Gu Nanqiao?"
"Who else did you think?"
Other than Gu Nanqiao, who else could it be?
Hardening her scalp, Rong Wei said, "I thought Lin Qingge."
