ing room, looking at her: "What do you want to talk about""I'm very grateful for your help finding the information last night, and I'm also very grateful that you helped me solve Jiajia's problem this...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 netizens as an accountant in a factory on the outskirts of Senzhou. The job came with accommodation and meals, so she gave up the apartment.He could hear the whispers but remained unconcerned. After all, his...