Chapter 796

• The streetlights outside the car window were quickly fading away, casting light into the car and onto the man's somber face. His expression was grim as he gazed at the woman, his aura as cold as ice.
• Abruptly, he roughly grasped her chin, compelling her to open her eyes. "Anning, who am I?"
• Winnie Thompson winced in pain, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Half-drunk and half-awake, she recognized the figure before her. "Shen, you're hurting me."