o look at him, the light in her eyes gradually dimming. She nodded and said,"I understand."The answer is obvious, she's just a fling to him, nothing more. Wen Jian has been with him for years, a comra...He was hurrying, the sound of his suitcase wheels scraping against the floor and his shallow breaths reaching her ears like a drumbeat. She didn't speak, silently ended the video call.

When he called again, she didn't answer. She didn't go back to the new villa they had bought together, but instead returned to her old house.

It's not that Lin Zhixuan is overly suspicious, but she has a natural sensitivity to this aspect. She used to often reply to private messages from netizenske him coax her more before she would even talk to him.Feeling my way, I took the phone from the assistant's hand and called Gu Ruandong's personal number. It rang several times until a cold, robotic...