He came over and hugged her tightly, his voice pleading. "Little Xi, don't leave me and don't be angry with me anymore. Let's make up! I promise to work hard in the future. I'll work ten times or a hundred times harder, and give you the best. I only beg you not to be so heartless and give me another chance."
Just as Qiao Ruoxi was about to break free from his embrace, she suddenly felt a gust of wind by her ear.
"Bang!" Qin Xuming fell to the ground.
"Ah!" Qiao Ruoxi screamed. Her body, which was about to fall, was pulled back by a big hand.
She turned around and saw that it was Feng Yunan. Her heart skipped a beat.
He struggled to get up from the ground and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
When she saw that the man holding Qiao Ruoxi was really Feng Yunan, the president of the Fengtian Group, she couldn't describe how shocked she was.
It turned out that Feng Yunan was not an excuse.