"Ye, Mr. Ye." She stammered and found her face burning and her voice trembling.

She avoided his elusive eyes and looked at his arm.

On his bare skin, he could see tiny scratches one after another, and each scratch was like saying to her, "This man was indulgent and doting on you that night."

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She whispered to him, "Mr. Ye, I'm sorry, thank you!"

Ye Zimo squatted down, pinched her sharp chin with two fingers, and looked at her with deep eyes burning. Her eyes were filled with scrutiny, longing, and a feeling she could not tell. Without saying a...