Looking at the coldness in Tang Jue's eyes, an unprecedented feeling of utter despair washed over Xue Haitang.
Tang Jue gazed at the woman's trembling shoulders and her face full of despair, curling his lips in a somewhat mocking manner.
"Tang Jue, did... did you remember something?" Xue Haitang asked, her expression filled with uncertainty.
"Hmm? Remember what?" Tang Jue's voice lifted slightly.
Xue Haitang didn't dare to answer, biting her red lips almost to the point of bleeding.
The Tang Jue in front of her seemed too dangerous and terrifying, an ever-mounting pressure made her feel like she was going to have a heart attack...
This frightening, stagnated silence lasted for an unknown amount of time. The man in the wheelchair shifted his direction slightly, staring out of the window in a trance before suddenly opening his mouth, "You may not marry Ye Jinyan within three years, nor have any public relationship with him."
