Jiang Chen had always been composed. He had always played by the rules.
But when he burst through the doors of the Xu family’s estate, all reason was lost.
“Where is she?” His voice was lethal, his fists ready to strike.
Xu Ruo tilted her head, sipping her tea as if she hadn’t just orchestrated Su Lin’s abduction. “You should have listened, Jiang Chen.”
He was moments away from losing control when a weak voice cut through the tension.
“Jiang Chen…”
His head snapped toward the sound, finding Su Lin tied to a chair, her lip bleeding, her eyes filled with a silent plea.
His heart nearly stopped.