Chapter 200 Drawing A Line

• Yin Yin was so nervous that her palms started to sweat. Clenching her fists tightly, she stared at Qiao Xuanshuo, waiting for his reply.
• Due to her guilty conscience, she was so nervous and flustered now.
• While everyone was waiting for Qiao Xuanshuo to clarify everything, the door was pushed open slowly, and Qiao Xuanbin walked out of the room, his worn-out and gloomy face marked with traces of wet tears. The strong man was so heartbroken and torn at this moment, looking like a wounded deer.