He turned around, holding Nan Fei tightly in his arms, his chin resting on her shoulder. His arms, like iron and bronze, locked around her waist with great strength.
Nan Fei frowned slightly.
"Bei Jiang, what's wrong with you?" Nan Fei could sense his low spirits and asked cautiously.
Huo Beijiang gritted his teeth, both angry and heartbroken. "You were forced out, and you're asking me what's wrong?"
"Yes! I was forced out, not you."
Huo Beijiang suddenly let go of her waist, clasping her shoulders with both hands, his deep dark eyes suddenly intruding into Nan Fei's.
She was stunned, obviously startled by his expression. Her thoughts inadvertently drifted to the past, the current him gradually overlapped with the him from ten years later, as if they were the same person.
"Jiang Nanfei, do you have a heart at all? Did a dog eat your conscience?" He gritted his teeth, suppressing his rage to ask.