Let's Make A Bet (2)

Feng Huan squeezed Zhao Fan's face tighter when she didn't answer him. Causing Zhao Fan to wince out in pain, but that didn't seem to bother him one bit. It didn't look like she was planning to come clean with him. So he wasn't going to let her go too. 

"H-Huan… I really don't know what you're talking about!" Zhao Fan stammered. She closed her eyes, unable to bear to look at the unfamiliar Feng Huan. What happened to the cold Feng Huan, yet still treated her with courtesy? 

He jerked on Zhao Fan's face and caused her eyes to be forced open again. Feng Huan's way of talking to Zhao Fan didn't lighten up, "I had been thinking for the past five years… How did Feifei manage to show up at the hotel we were at? Got our exact room number and the passcode to get in?"

Tears welled up at the corner of Zhao Fan's eyes, "I-I… I don't know… Please, Feng Huan! It really hurts!"

"Hmph!"