Ann Ruhai stood in the doorway full of rage.

He was sweating all over and his clothes were torn up in a mess before he could sort them out. It looked like he had rushed out of his family's pile of debtors.

If he had come ten minutes ago, Ni Yanhong would have jumped into his arms immediately, but now, she saw his face, but only wanted to escape!

His face was blue and his eyes were staring at her in a very complicated way. What kind of eyes were they? They were sad, hatred, anger and sadness. It seemed that all the negative emotions were in his eyes.

That...