for her. She stopped him, though, and handed him her phone with a text message."Have a look at this."Zuo Yu'an took the phone and looked at it. His face immediately turned pale, his dark eyes seemed...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 netizenstically and internationally. This is his interest, and he is firmly convinced that it will be his future career path. Back then, through each issue of foreign journals he subscribed to, he had a prese...