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Could it be that she and her brother had had a conflict?
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was off. Xiaoxiao immediately made a phone call to Fang Zhi, but no one answered.
Charm Bar, top-floor luxury suite.
Fang Zhi, who had long been drunk, lay on the bed, the quilt over him provided by the bar manager.
He didn't dare leave Fang Zhi's side, fearing that Fang Zhi might feel uncomfortable or something unexpected might happen—he wouldn't be able to bear the responsibility.
In another room.
When Lin Shu saw the two little buns sleeping beside her, she quietly got out of bed.
She came alone to the balcony, staring into the night outside, her mind filled with images of Fang Zhi.
Thinking of Fang Zhi's sad demeanor that day, Lin Shu's heart ached slightly along with him.
She didn't have her phone on her; the call she had made earlier was from Ye Yi's phone.
She had no idea how Fang Zhi was doing now.
