His tone was as cold as the dead of winter, and Yao Yao, standing in front of him, could feel this icy aura that kept people at a distance.
Nevertheless, she smiled and greeted Gao Jiakai, the handsome but aloof man, "Aren't you surprised?"
Gao Jiakai's cold lips seemed to be frosted over, and his piercing eyes stared fiercely at the innocent eyes of Yaoyao in front of his chest: "This matter has nothing to do with you, so why did you come?"
At great risk, Yao Yao stammered, "Who...who said it has nothing to do with me? I'm Yi Yi's best friend, and what's going on with my best friend is...of course it's my business."
Gao Jiakai's tone grew even colder, tinged with a hint of murderous intent: "What absurd logic?"
"I...I..."
Yao Yao stammered, looking terrified.
Just then, a loud bang completely terrified her.
"Clang!"
It was the sound of a glass bottle breaking, coming from deep inside the house. It was so sudden and loud that it startled her and made her jump.
Upon hearing the loud noise, Gao Jiakai lost all interest in staying at the door and immediately rushed inside to check the situation.
There was no one guarding the door, and Yao Yao easily entered.
She walked cautiously through Lin Congzhi's house, and as soon as she entered the hall, she saw a sketch.
This sketch is of Jiang Yimei.
Lin Congzhi hung it in the hall, presumably so that he could see the sweet-smiling, youthful and beautiful Jiang Yimei every day.
Such true love made her a little envious.
Looking around again, she made another astonishing discovery.
Besides jasmine, there were no other potted flowers in the house.
In addition, there are many small photos of Jiang Yimei around the four sides, almost covering every corner.
"Wow, if this isn't true love, then what is?"
She was speechless, finding it even harder to understand why Jiang Yimei, who had visited Lin Congzhi's house once, still had such a stubborn mindset.
Jiang Yimei and Gao Jiakai were nowhere to be seen in the hall or the kitchen, so she curiously walked inside.
As she walked in, she saw luxurious decor, high-end furniture, and extreme extravagance.
In stark contrast to the surrounding scene were shards of glass scattered on the ground.
If you're not wearing shoes, or if you walk carelessly, you're bound to get pricked or cut.
I counted them, and there were more than seven broken bottles on the ground.
Lin Congzhi drank so much, has he gone mad? Isn't he afraid of getting into trouble?
It seems that if Jiang Yimei doesn't marry Lin Congzhi, this business genius and national heartthrob will either fall into depravity or disappear.
"Why!"
She had assumed Lin Congzhi was a seasoned and powerful figure, but little did she know he was just a fragile-hearted child.
Of course, this refers to emotional matters.
It is also clear that emotions are Lin Congzhi's weakness, and his enemies can be easily taken down as long as Jiang Yimei is controlled.
To be honest, this man was a bit pitiful, and she suddenly felt sorry for Lin Congzhi.
Jiang Yimei and Gao Jiakai's voices came from the room at the end of the corridor, so Lin Congzhi must be inside.
Dodging the shards of glass, she carefully walked over.
As soon as she reached the door, she saw Lin Congzhi sitting on the floor, leaning against the bed, his handsome face as red as a monkey's bottom.
Lin Congzhi had injuries on his hands and feet, with several bandages on them, which were probably put on by Gao Jiakai.
Now there are new wounds, with streaks of bright red blood flowing from them.
She covered her mouth, never expecting Lin Congzhi to be in such a battered and bruised state. He was much better than that man who only knew how to ask Jiang Yimei for money.
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