When Lin Qingya returned to the villa, it was already past eight in the evening. The night was deep, and the villa was pitch-dark, appearing utterly desolate compared to the brightly lit neighboring villas.
On any other day, Lin Qingya wouldn't have minded, as she was used to living alone. In fact, a bustling household would have made her quite uncomfortable.
But today was different.
Opening the front door and looking at the dark interior with not a soul in sight, a silent rage began to burn within her.
Could it be that Qin Hai still hadn't come back? Was he out fooling around with Bai Ruyan?
Just thinking about the scene she had witnessed in the evening, a layer of frost immediately covered Lin Qingya's beautiful face.
Almost subconsciously, she took out her cell phone from her bag, found Qin Hai's number, and prepared to dial it. But as her finger pressed down, she hesitated and stopped herself.
