His expression was terrifying, as if he might erupt at any moment, his fists clenching audibly. Chen Xueru was gripped by fear, her heart pounding like a drum, and she broke out in a nervous sweat.
The atmosphere between them was incredibly tense.
Tang Shuwen wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, his eyes narrowing coldly. It was the first time Chen Xueru had seen such a cruel glint in his gaze.
"Open the door!" Tang Shuwen articulated each word, his voice chillingly cold.
Chen Xueru took the key from her bag and opened the door.
The moment the door opened, Tang Shuwen pushed her inside the room, then followed, slamming the door shut with force.
"What exactly do you want?" Chen Xueru demanded, struggling to keep her temper in check.
Tang Shuwen grabbed her wrist, suddenly pinning her down on the sofa, his rage, suppressed for hours, on the verge of collapsing. "Where have you been, and who were you with?"
