There were several missed calls.

Ke Rongshang never called back.

She slowly changed her clothes and then dried her hair.

When I had some free time, I ordered food and ate.

By the time all these things were done, it was already dark outside.

It's eight o'clock, and the night is just beginning.

There was no sound at all from the room next door.

Gu Xingchen was still out there running around doing gigs at that time.

Rong Shang got up and walked to the French windows to enjoy the breeze.

The night was bitterly cold after the snowfall.

Gu Xingchen, do you rarely go home to see your parents?

"...I have no parents."

I vaguely remember that when he answered her question that day, his eyes were deep and cold.

He never mentions his family.

Of course, it's also possible that, as he said, it's true.

He was an orphan.

Rong Shang had just thought of this question when Su Yunmeng called in the afternoon.

She only found out later when she tentatively asked.

Gu Xingchen's parents divorced, and they each started new families.

As for Gu Xingchen, he was a child abandoned by his parents.

Of the entire Gu family, probably only his grandfather was kind to him.

Unexpectedly, behind his glamorous and admired appearance lies a heartbreaking past.

Her gaze paused, and Rong Chang lowered her eyes to look at her wrist.

The wounds there had already healed.

I still remember that day, when her suicide attempt failed.

When he returned to this world, he held her in his arms, repeating over and over, "Don't go, don't go."

He seemed to know she would disappear; he couldn't fake the look of someone who had lost her and then found her again.

He loved her, and she never doubted it.

However, a long, long time ago, someone lived in her heart.

There's no room for a second person now.

...

8:20.

The phone rang again.

At that moment, Rong Shang's gaze turned cold, and she turned around, walked over, and picked up her phone.

Looking at the phone number again, it was still the same number.

She pursed her lips, her dark eyes flashing.

After a few seconds of silence, Rong Shang's hand slipped and she answered the phone.

*

At night, the wind howled.

The villas built on the western coast of the city were brightly lit, shining like a beautiful landscape.

In the living room of the villa, the man paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, his expression serious and wary.

Feeling dizzy from his shaking, Leng Tong frowned and subconsciously stood up.

"Mr. Liu, would you like to sit down and have a cup of tea?"

"What kind of tea do you want?" Liu Zhongxin was extremely nervous. He clenched his fist and turned to look at the man behind him. "What are your chances of catching her this time?"

In several direct confrontations, he was repeatedly and badly beaten by that woman.

Liu Zhongxin was truly afraid of her.

Leng Tong narrowed his eyes, this time not daring to say anything boastful.

"Half, I guess."

He replied indifferently and continued touching the pinky ring on his hand.

Upon hearing this, Liu Zhongxin, who was in front, became anxious.

"What did you say?"

half?

Even if he only had half a chance, he still dared to call and provoke that woman?

"Young man, you probably don't know how to write the word 'death'."

So arrogant and ignorant.

Liu Zhongxin really regretted coming here.

If we can't catch her later, we'll make sure she's half dead.

His life is probably over now.

Seeing how terrified he was, Leng Tong shrugged, a hint of disdain in her smile.

"The other party has superpowers. I'm already pretty good if I have a 50% chance of dealing with her."

Without wanting to waste any more time, Leng Tong touched his earphone and asked his subordinate, "Is everything ready?"

"Alright, boss."