Even though he was in pain, Chong Ming still calmly retorted, "Anran, what do you want me to do?"
Anran pressed her lips together and, after a moment of silence, said, "This time he really went too far, so... do whatever you want."
Chong Ming reached out to hold her hand, his voice hoarse as he asked, "You still can't let him go, can you?"
"No, why would I? I... I just wanted to ask."
Although she said that, Chong Ming, with his sharp perception, could clearly see the concern and tension on her face.
Not only did Chong Ming feel physical pain, but his heart was also aching faintly.
"Anran, what do you say? This time I'll listen to you, if you don't want me to sue him, I won't."
He looked at her steadily, waiting for her answer.
"Chong Ming, you..." Anran struggled, "You still don't..."
