Chapter 122 Who Are You

Misty's sobs died out as she lifted her head.

The man in the white suit had a look of concern in his gentle eyes.

When he saw her looking at him, he smiled and asked softly, "Are you alright? Is there anything I can help you with?"

He was like an angel who'd descended from heaven.

Misty abruptly realized how much of a mess she was right now. She took the handkerchief and roughly rubbed her eyes with it. Then, still in a daze, she allowed him to help her up.

"Regardless of the situation, a woman's tears are always precious."

Even though her makeup was smudged from her crying, the fact that it was accompanied by the bruises on her neck made it easy for people to develop certain dark thoughts.

Misty was surrounded by people who were either enjoying the spectacle or eyeing her scornfully. This man was the only one who took off his jacket and draped it around her.

He said gently, "Don't cry. Nothing and no one is worth your tears."

The jacket came with the elegant scent of cologne