Stabbing Her Heart
Editor: Atlas Studios
Yan Hua did not think that Bo Yan would push the door open directly. She was not prepared for it and moved back several steps.
Although Yan Hua wanted to say something, she closed her mouth when she stared at the man who kicked the door close with his long legs after he entered the room. Her breathing hitched as she stiffened.
Bo Yan's tall figure stopped in front of Yan Hua and cast a large shadow across her.
The two were so close to each other that Yan Hua could smell the strong scent of alcohol on him. He had been entertaining their business partners recently, and drank quite a bit every night.
His gaze was cold and sharp under his spectacles and felt like a sharp knife that was sheathed and wanted to pierce through her soul.
Yan Hua tightened her eyes that were resting by her sides. She mustered her courage and met his cold eyes. "Are you drunk? I'm Yan Hua."
Yan Hua. She was the woman that he hated and despised the most.