"I told you to make a toast," Huo Siqing’s dark eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, locked onto Yun An’an’s flustered face. A cruel curve touched his lips as he added coldly, "Or do you not understand plain English?" A knot of dread tightened in Yun An’an’s chest. Her frightened eyes were a study in helplessness, all light gone from them. And to think she’d dared to hope he might help her… The man’s face lit