The Maybach drove away from the Xia family's gate, and Xia Zhizhi chased after it to the gate, grabbing Zheng Minghuai's hand.

"Minghuai, are you alright?"

Zheng Minghuai shook his head and turned to speak to one of his bodyguards.

"Go and find out how Xia Wan got out."

With the windows and doors sealed so tightly, he didn't believe Xia Wan could get out on her own.

Who else in the Xia family is on Xia Wan's side?

...

Cui Ziqi held Xia Wan's hand tightly the whole way.

Back in the apartment, Cui Ziqi finally let go of him.

Xia Wan leaned against the cabinet door in the entryway, her trembling gaze fixed on the tall man before her.

The little pervert's face looked terrible; it had been so gloomy since he got on the bus that it seemed like he was about to burst into tears.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, piercing straight into every inch of her skin along with the little pervert's chilling gaze.

She couldn't help but shiver.

"Thank you for saving me today."

Her voice was soft, filled with inexplicable panic and guilt.

The man's large hand landed on her shoulder, the heat of his palm penetrating the thin fabric and touching her skin.

"This is the last time. If you go to see Zheng Minghuai without permission again, I will kill him."

His voice was steady, as if devoid of any emotion.

Xia Wan could still sense the murderous intent in his tone.

Xia Wan nodded.

The surrounding air pressure was even lower.

Xia Wan looked up at him, only to see that the man's expression had worsened.

Why did you get even angrier?

Her gaze fell on Cui Ziqi's bruised left cheek, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and the subconscious fear she felt towards him suddenly dissipated considerably.

"We'll talk about the rest later. Let me apply the medicine for you first."

Cui Ziqi, whose anger was interrupted, was somewhat stunned and followed her lead towards the living room.