C60 (2/2)

The warm water seeped into every cell of her body. However, it magnified her pain countless times, causing her to almost faint from the pain.

He curled up his body and leaned into the bathtub. Finally, he could no longer endure it and began to cry loudly.

Daddy, Daddy …

You said I was wronged and went home. You said I was wronged and left as soon as possible.

But how could I escape?

Dad, tell me, what should I do? What should he do?

Such a life, such a dirty self, wasn't it better to die?

Han Mo sat on her bed and smoked. The sound of crying coming from the bathroom troubled her. He put on his clothes and slammed the door.

Even in the study, the sound of her weeping penetrated the walls and reached his ears and his head. Those swollen red eyes, trembling body, and wronged expression made his heart once again surge with irritation!

Was he really wrong? Should he really let her go?

But he wasn't willing to give up. This was only the beginning of the game, how could he stop just like that?

He should have been happy that he had tortured her. But now, seeing her crying, his heart was similarly in pain.

Han Mo, are you crazy? How can you empathize with that damned woman?

After smoking one cigarette after another, the irritation in his heart became more and more intense. He decided to change his clothes and drive out.

The cold wind poured in through the open window, yet it still couldn't lessen the irritation in his heart. The car sped along the road, and in the blink of an eye, it stopped in front of the Tang Bar.

Seeing that it was Young Master Mo, the bartender immediately gave the orders and found a relatively quiet place in the pub. He then followed Han Mo's instructions and served the wine on the table.

Initially, he had wanted to call Guan Wei to drink with him, but when he thought about it, there were all sorts of women and people here. He was sure that Guan Wei would not care about him when he came, so he threw his phone to the side.

He grabbed the wine on the table and poured it into his stomach one cup at a time. The ice-cold liquid slid down his throat and slightly suppressed the anger in his heart.

However, the figure in front of him continued to smile at him, get angry at him, and cry at him.

Qiao Xinran! Qiao Xinran! This damned woman!

If she had been like other women, more proactive and more obedient, how could he have treated her like this? It was definitely what she wanted, what she wanted, and what she wanted to live!