He looked at those photos, rage burning in him, as if he could crush the mobile phone in his hand.
He took a deep breath, walked back from the floor-to-ceiling window to the living room, and felt a wave of weakness flush over him, causing him to sink into the sofa. Qin Yurong, who was editing documents in the living room, saw the exhausted look on Guan Haoyang's face, turned around, and went to the bar to pour him a glass of water. She opened her palm, and there was a white capsule; she stared at the medicine, momentarily lost in thought.
This could be the opportunity, her chance to impress Guan Haoyang that she had been waiting for, and she had to seize it firmly. She had longed for this day, and maybe this was the only way to break up his marriage with Qin Yucen. After all, Qin Yucen did not care about Guan Haoyang, and she would love him well in her place.
