"How could it be possible? If he dared to lay a hand on me, I would have crippled his claws right then and there. What I said in the hall was just to justify hitting him."
Feng Jiuge said with a mischievous smile and started the car.
As he looked at her smiling face, Yang Cheng's lips curved into a smile too, though his heart felt a tinge of bitterness; he hadn't forgotten the memory scene he'd seen.
Feng Jiuge was bullied by men when she was young. She was so small and helpless, yet she got through it all alone. He resolved never to let her suffer any grievance ever again.
Yang Cheng closed his eyes wearily. Soon, the car stopped at the Jiang Family's gate where Jiang Heping and the butler were already waiting.
Seeing the three of them get out of the car, he hurried forward, but his smile froze upon seeing Yang Cheng's pale complexion.
"Mr. Yang, what happened to you?"
"It's nothing, just a bit tired."
Yang Cheng waved his hand and forced a faint smile.
