Lian Xinying began to resist being intimate with him after coming back from the hospital check-up with Su Rong.
Since that day, Lian Xinying must have been hiding something from him.
The more he thought about it, the more Yan Ye realized he had been too careless before.
He had trusted Lian Xinying too much.
Because Lian Xinying used to proactively share everything with him, be it significant or trivial.
Over time, he had grown accustomed to her initiative.
On the road, Yan Ye kept dialing Lian Xinying's mobile number, but all he got was the sound of the call being disconnected.
His brow furrowed, the cold look in his eyes brimming with a steadily rising murderous intent.
If something had happened to Lian Xinying, he would definitely not be soft-hearted anymore, and wouldn't hesitate to unleash a bloodbath to make the perpetrator pay.
The black Bentley surged to the hospital entrance at top speed.
