Tang Si was taken aback, not expecting the woman in front of him to come at him so suddenly.
He raised his hand, gently wrapped it around Song Yi's waist, his Adam's apple slightly moved, and his voice was deep: "Why would I bully you? I couldn't bear to scold or be harsh to you."
"I just feel I haven't protected you well. I'm angry at myself."
His tone was very light, full of heartache and self-blame.
Moreover, she was injured, and he was too busy to even realize it.
"Were you very scared yesterday?" In that kind of situation.
The bullet grazed her, and if it were someone else, they might have fainted in fear.
Such terror, for a person long accustomed to bullets and gunfire, might be bearable, but for someone with no experience, it would certainly be a horrifying and dreadful event.
And at that moment, he was not by her side.
"Not scared." Song Yi's tone was very nonchalant: "I knew you would definitely solve and handle everything well."
