"Huh?" Meng Xi'er was surprised to find that even a pretty girl like Du Xiaorong would suffer from the torment of unrequited love, "What happened to him?"
"He's fallen for another woman." Du Xiaorong's voice dipped, tinged with melancholy, "The last time I saw him, I found a woman's picture on his phone. I deleted the picture, which angered him, and he drove me away. No matter how I searched, I couldn't find him."
If somebody wanted to hide, she truly had no way to find them.
Du Xiaorong gently bit the straw with her sharp teeth, a hint of frost glinting in her large eyes.
A momentary look of resentment crossed her sweet and lovely face, then vanished quickly.
Meng Xi'er listened and couldn't help but laugh lightly, shaking her head, "That was wrong of you. How could you delete someone's photos from their phone? If he got angry…"
