The handsome man was left standing alone at the top of the staircase, the warm yellow light falling on his head and casting a shadow over his eyes, creating a dark and murky interlace.
...
Moh Shiche went straight to the study.
Sitting at the large desk, the computer screen displayed core data. Work had always been a way for him to stay calm and composed, but now he couldn't focus on the numbers at all, feeling more and more irritated.
So irritated that he wanted to rush into the bedroom and roughly knead, pinch, and fiercely take that woman who was clawing at his heart and lungs.
Every time he thought of her chatting and laughing with Mu Yunshen in the film and television city, it felt like a cat's claw was desperately scratching at his chest, not stopping even after drawing blood—
Suddenly, the phone on the table rang.
The caller ID... Mu Yunshen.
Moh Shiche glanced at it, and his face immediately darkened. He flipped the phone over, ignoring the call completely.
