Time elapsed second by second, and Lin Wei did not answer He Tang's question.
Just as He Tang thought that Lin Wei would no longer speak to her, her wrist suddenly tightened.
Lin Wei clenched her wrist tightly, looked up at her, and demanded, "Why? He Tang, tell me why?"
He Tang couldn't give him any answer; she only felt a severe pain in her wrist, wondering how much strength Lin Wei was using to hold it so tightly.
Seeing He Tang's face gradually turn pale, Lin Wei did not give her a chance to catch her breath.
He abruptly stood up from in front of her, grabbed her shoulders with both hands, and pressed, "Why is it Zhang Qian? Why is it not someone else, but him? What did he give you? What has made you become what you are now, huh? He Tang, tell me!"
He Tang felt as if a blockage in her chest was making it hard for her to breathe.
She didn't dare to look into Lin Wei's eyes.
On the way here, He Tang had already thought it through very clearly.
