d up on his phone. It was from YaoYao. He smiled softly and opened it, but his expression changed upon seeing the picture. It was taken just now, of him sitting in a dimly lit private room with two yo...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 netizensl me""Brother, husband." He answered without much thought."Brother Brother.""Honey Honey."She seemed to be weighing the two names, trying to decide which sounded better, more fitting. But at night, he...