The next morning, Cheng Anyue was in a terrible mood.
To be precise, she couldn't sleep since the second half of the night. Her body was hot, and her period was here. Now, her head and stomach hurt.
She wanted to reach for her phone, but she had no strength.
The room was empty, and she sobbed, feeling as if no one was responding to her.
The door to the master bedroom on the second floor opened, and someone walked out.
He was dressed in a shirt and suit pants, and his hair was combed back meticulously.
With one hand in his pocket and the other hanging by his side, he looked serious and majestic.
When he reached the stairs, he suddenly stopped and turned his head to look ahead.
After a moment of silence, he suddenly lifted his feet and walked forward.
He walked to the door and knocked.
No one answered from inside the room. He frowned. Did she go down?
