Liu Xiyao clutched her cheek tightly, tears streaming down like broken strings of pearls, falling from the corners of her eyes.
"Speak up," Lin Guodong stared at Liu Xiyao's pretty face and coldly commanded, "I told you to speak; didn't you hear me?"
Liu Xiyao gently bit her lip, her gaze cast down, staring at the smooth floor, silent, not knowing what to say.
Seeing Liu Xiyao remained silent, Lin Guodong suddenly reached out, pinched the corner of Liu Xiyao's mouth, lifted her head, and coldly looked into her beautiful eyes, saying word by word, "What, nothing to say now? Hmph!"
With that said, Lin Guodong flung his hand, and Liu Xiyao's body immediately lost balance, careening forward and toppling to the floor before the sofa.
