So, just like that, driving the car aimlessly, Li Changlin found himself back at the Xuyang Opera House without even realizing it.
"Damn it, this cursed opera house!" Looking up at the building outside the window, a glint of fury shimmered in Li Changlin's eyes.
If one day he possessed enough strength, he would definitely destroy this theater completely!
"Right, Brother Changlin, how could we forget about Xuyang Opera House?" Suddenly, Luo Tianyi's eyes lit up, "The others may not have Yang Liying's phone number, but the upper echelons of the Xuyang Opera House definitely will!"
"That's right!" Immediately, Li Changlin's spirits lifted, and he excitedly hammered his hand on the steering wheel.
Yang Liying had extensive cooperation with Xuyang Opera House, which naturally meant their relationship was not shallow; he believed that some senior people at the theater certainly had Yang Liying's contact number.
Perhaps, someone might even know where Yang Liying lived.
