Especially the last time Yang Wei came to extort them. He sat on the stool, legs shaking, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his hands drumming on the tabletop. "You can skip the two hundred thousand in medical fees," he'd sneered. "Kneel on the ground and kowtow to me three times, and I might let you off... Otherwise, I'll make you pay a million, until you're bankrupt..."
A bunch of thugs. That was the behavior of thugs.
Xixi had never truly felt safe—but the pain he himself had inflicted on her was far greater than the harm from people like Wang Xiaohao or Liang Sheng…
So, this is how it is.
He'd known it was unbearable, but actually witnessing the truth was even worse than he'd imagined.
He felt as if he had plunged into an ice cellar. Suddenly, all his strength drained away, and he was enveloped by a profound, utter despair.
No wonder Xixi kept avoiding him.
