After a moment of stunned silence, Yu Muqing seemed to remember something and sent Qiao Chen Xiao Xin's home address.
Yu Muqing: Let's go take a look here.
Qiao Chen: Okay, my dear wife.
Yu Muqing: If you yell again, I'll come back and pry your teeth off!
Qiao Chen sent a voice message this time.
Yu Muqing opened the app, and because the phone was on speakerphone, Qiao Chen's deep voice quickly filled the car: "Okay, my dear wife."
Yu Muqing: "..."
He covered his face and lowered his head; needless to say, the driver in the front seat was definitely looking him up and down again.
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In the dark alley, Fu Yan groped his way in, relying on his senses.
He had nothing on him except the key to Xiao Xin's house; his phone, bank card, and ID were all left in the fitting room.
Xiao Xin ignored him, so he went to his house to find him himself.
Ever since his chance encounter with Xiao Xin during the day, Fu Yan's mind has been filled with countless questions.
Why did that scumbag say Xiao Xin was his boyfriend?
Did Xiao Xin want to break up with him because of that scumbag?
Why was Xiao Xin so cold to him, leaving so decisively, not even willing to give him a second glance?
Why don't you reply to his messages? Why don't you answer his calls? Why did Xiao Xin fall in love with someone else so quickly after the breakup?
Why were you so heartless as to abandon him?
What did their past relationship mean? If he could forget it so quickly, what did he mean?
If he can't find the answer to the question in his heart, he will keep thinking about it until he has a splitting headache and still can't forget it.
The thought of these problems made Fu Yan feel suffocated with pain.
He fumbled in the dark, took out his key, opened the door, and then walked upstairs step by step.
Eighth floor, finally arrived.
Contrary to expectations of a tightly closed door, Xiao Xin's door was wide open, and the house was brightly lit.
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