Mu Xiangwan listened to his voice, which carried a rare chilling sharpness, yet was infused with seething anger. Startled, she turned her head back, "What's wrong?"
She was confused, feeling a bit aggrieved and baffled by the outburst. But when Su Chaoyang looked at her beautiful and tender appearance, he felt an almost uncontrollable urge to lay her across his knee and give her a good thrashing!
That little brat! She hated him this much back then?!
She actually made a cloth doll with his birthdate written on it, his name stitched onto it, and stabbed it so many times it was riddled with holes!!
"What is this?!" He demanded angrily again, and then a small object was hurled in front of her.
Mu Xiangwan lowered her head to see what it was, and was instantly dumbfounded.
This—this little doll hadn't been seen in years. She thought it had long been thrown out. How was it still in the drawer?
She had completely forgotten about it!
