Boom.
Anger rushed up in him. Mu Xichen's eyes were red as he viciously kicked the thick wooden door.
A maid walking past was scared to death. She respectfully bent down and did not dare to move.
Mu Xichen roared. "Have you seen that bastard Mu Donglin?"
The maid trembled with fright as she responded. "No… I haven't…"
"Ah… Nian Nian. Help me… open it…"
The rustling sound of clothes being taken off was continuously heard.
The man's soft growl and the woman's stifled moan vaguely rang in his ears.
Every sound was like a sharp and cruel dagger that stabbed repeatedly at his heart.
Mu Xichen slammed his fist against the wall. The piercing pain spread throughout his body, but it could not compare to the pain he felt in his heart.
Forget it. What did this have to do with him anyway?
He should have known.
She claimed to love him, but she only used him as a spare tire.
