Tang Yu rose from the lounge chair, her feet barely touching the ground before her legs felt weak and powerless, her body trembling due to discomfort.
It took several minutes to adapt before she could walk toward the living room.
She saw the company documents Ye Sihan had left on the dining table in the living room, as well as a work computer.
He was busy, but where had he gone?
He would definitely return, but when?
Her gaze fell on the fruit knife on the coffee table, exciting her emotions as if by obtaining the knife, she could be freed from her sorrowful life.
Sitting in the car downstairs, Ye Sihan was staring at the security footage on his phone, which displayed the interior of the rental house.
Every move Tang Yu made as she entered the living room was clear to see.
Especially the look in her eyes when she stared at the knife on the coffee table, filled with desire and joy.
Ye Sihan held his phone, his gaze dark and ominous.
Ayu, don't disappoint me.
