Lu Jianshen turned around, disbelief in his eyes as he looked at Huo Siyan, "Say that again, who sent it?"
"Your wife sent it to Nianchu, and Nianchu sent it to me, any problem?" Huo Siyan raised an eyebrow.
He felt that his expression was quite clear.
"Leaving."
After dropping that line, Lu Jianshen left.
On his way back, he drove very fast; through the rain, the car seemed to be flying.
Upon arriving home, Lu Jianshen quietly pushed open the door.
Inside the bedroom, only one wall lamp emitted a faint light.
Nan Xi was sleeping on the bed, a French double that was wide and large, but she occupied only a very small corner.
Lu Jianshen approached and found she was hugging herself, curled up into a small ball on the bed.
He looked at her and suddenly felt a sting in his heart.
In his mind, he was even more remorseful.
No matter what, he shouldn't have left her alone here, especially today when it was thundering and raining, which she feared the most.
