In the thick night, Ouyang Zhennan, like an injured lone wolf, raced forth with an intention that bled fury into the heavens.
Ouyang Zhennan's mind kept spinning, going over everything since he had accepted the employment from Feng Yuting, not even a detail as minor as a smile was overlooked.
At last, he concluded that Ye Ling must be lying, but he couldn't rule out the possibility of being duped by Feng Yuting himself.
With a swift dart, Ouyang Zhennan plunged into a dark alley as the piercing sound of alarms rang out in the streets, urgent and loud.
A flicker of murderous anger passed through Ouyang Zhennan's eyes as he took out a phone from his pocket and made a call.
"If I die, Huaxia's Feng Yuting, Lin Zhen!" After speaking, Ouyang Zhennan ended the call and then turned off his phone.
Inside a brightly lit villa, dressed in a black gown, Feng Yuting sat on the couch, her usually well-maintained skin now showing signs of aging, deeply impacted by Lin Hua's death.
