After hanging up the phone, Yu Zhihe's face gradually turned livid.
There were some things that he didn't want to think about, but he couldn't help but fantasize about Wang Jiahui and Yin Li, and all kinds of unbearable images of the two together.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. The more he thought about it, the more his heart ached.
It was as if someone had stuck a nail into it.
He couldn't sit still and went to the place his friend had mentioned.
She arrived a little late and just happened to see Wang Jiahui and Yin Li leaving in a taxi.
He immediately drove to catch up with her, but lost her halfway.
The moment he couldn't find her, Yu Zhihe felt like his chest and heart had been hollowed out. The pain from before was gone.
what was left behind was a complete and utter panic!
Back at home, Yu Zhihe suddenly smashed things in anger. He lifted the stool and smashed it on the TV, making a loud noise.
