Although Jing Zhi was so angry that he wanted to kill someone, he had been in the assassin camp for seven years. He had enough willpower to control himself.
He sat in the car and watched as the Porsche approached and finally stopped in front of the Zheng family's Villa.
He saw the man lean over, get close to Zheng yuluo, unbuckle her seat belt, and stroke her long hair with a smile. Then, he opened the door for her.
They were very close to each other, and without the noise of the sports car's engine, Jing Zhi could hear every word clearly.
"Alright, we're home. Don't let your thoughts run wild. Have a good rest. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."
His tone was gentle and familiar, as if they had known each other for a long time.
Jing Zhi felt as if he had been shot in the chest.
It had only been two and a half months since Zheng yuluo returned from North America!
After getting rid of him, she got together with another man so quickly?
