Ye Zhantian didn't leave; he just stood at the doorway, listening to the sounds inside.
He had intentionally gone out, deliberately letting people go downstairs, pretending that the footsteps were fading away, just to lower Nan Zhifeng's guard…
And sure enough, she immediately began making a phone call.
Even though he couldn't hear the content of the conversation, thinking about how she had purposely sent him away, eager to talk to someone else with such urgency…
He knew she was hiding something from him.
He had reminded her numerous times to tell him anything and everything, assuring her that as long as she was honest with him, he would forgive anything…
But she never did.
Now, he thought, maybe there really was someone in her heart.
With these thoughts, Ye Zhantian's expression grew dark, and his gaze became increasingly complicated…
Late at night, Ye Zhantian finally returned.
