From his pupils, she saw herself, panicked and helpless.
Gu Chaohan suddenly burned with anger.
His anger was already clearly written on his face, a ferociousness evident between his cold brows.
Su Yan lowered her gaze, not daring to meet his eyes again, her heart in chaos and panic, completely unsure of how to face him like this.
Because she could understand his anger, but she couldn't understand why he was angry.
Could it be that he knew about what just happened?
But that didn't seem to make sense.
Given Gu Chaohan's temperament, how could he be so forbearing? He probably couldn't have resisted coming forward to strangle her the moment he saw it.
Su Yan propped both hands on the sofa, trying to support herself up this way.
But just as she tentatively struggled a bit, before she could even stand, she felt a sudden, tremendous pressure on her shoulder.
Gu Chaohan pressed down on her shoulder with an irresistible force.
