After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and gently pushed the frame of his glasses with his fingertips. His lips curled up, and his tone was ambiguous: "Because Bai Shaodong now knows about you, guess what he wants to do by calling Bai Jingmo back this time?"

Yu Li stared at him for a moment, then suddenly murmured softly, "It's really getting more and more annoying now..."

Rong Fan didn't hear clearly and was about to move closer to ask again.

At this moment, the girl suddenly smiled.

"Rong Fan, I promised to chat with you. I just happen to have some questions I want to ask you. Let's find a place with fewer people to talk."

He was stunned, dazzled by the other person's smile, his cheeks flushed, he turned his head and coughed: "Okay, okay, where are we going? I have a car."

"No need for a car." A hint of red light flashed across Yu Li's eyes and she curled her lips slightly.

"I know a place with few people."

Seeing Yu Li and Rong Fan leaving together, Chen Chao turned around and said, "They seem to be leaving soon. Should we follow them?"

Ye Boli pondered for a few seconds and said, "Follow, but don't get too close. Just see if anything will happen."

…

The old house of the Bai family, living room.

The servant standing by said hesitantly, "Master, do you want your hand…"

Bai Jingmo didn't say anything, but just lowered his head and looked at the photos on his phone quietly.

The man and woman in the photo are very close to each other. From this angle, they even seem to be leaning against each other, with the man pressed against the woman's back.

His eyelids trembled slightly, and his handsome face was calm, yet he made people feel the pain of being on the verge of collapse, as if the snow-capped mountain was about to collapse at any time.

After turning off the screen, the man's slender fingers tightly grasped the phone. The blue veins on the back of his hand were clearly visible, revealing a bit of fragility, and his fingertips turned white from the force.

“Pah—”

Drops of blood continued to seep out of the palms of his hands, dripping onto the floor one by one, like blood flowers blooming.

Bai Jingmo lowered his eyes and stared at the blood on the ground. A hint of blood appeared in the depths of his dark pupils, and his lips trembled slightly.

“Li Li…”