"Tell me honestly, what have you been doing for the past three years?"
"Don't worry, I'm doing fine."
Song Xingwan avoided eye contact, refusing to mention that she had started working and earning money at a young age.
"Have you not touched a single penny of the living expenses I sent you?"
Song Xingwan dared not reveal the truth to him at all, and answered ambiguously, "Huo Yunting, I know you are good to me, but I can't always rely on you."
"If you can't point fingers at me, who else do you think you can point fingers at? Do you think I'm less important than that greasy man who makes you drink with him?"
Huo Yunting turned the air conditioner to the lowest setting, but he still couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.
He slammed the air conditioner remote down in his hand, and, in a particularly agitated manner, pushed Song Xingwan down onto the sofa, gritting his teeth as he said:
"If you truly feel guilty for owing me so much, why not repay me with your body? How much does that greasy man pay? I'll pay double, okay?"
"Huo Yunting, calm down."
Song Xingwan was terrified by his action and tried to push him away by waving her arms and legs.
"How can you expect me to stay calm? Song Xingwan, I agreed to let you go back then, not to see you demean yourself like this."
Huo Yunting gazed at her intently, his dark eyes filled not only with barely contained anger, but also with an indescribable heartache.
He dared not even think about how Song Xingwan, who had no money, no power, no education, and was not even eighteen years old, had managed to survive the past three years.
Even if you go to work, which legitimate company would hire you?
Song Xingwan's thin lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but when the words reached her lips, she couldn't utter a single one.
Finally, she gave up struggling and slowly closed her eyes.
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