Tingshen didn't wait any longer either, and left after finishing his water.
In the car, he called Chu Yao again, this time not letting the ringtone go on indefinitely, but directly hanging up.
Good, she's safe and sound, and still able to be angry with him.
He called Yanqing and Yaen Chi to Minglun, drank a few glasses of wine, and lighted a cigarette, presenting a miserable appearance.
Yaen Chi chuckled, "That lightning strike was quite harsh. Before, you couldn't find where her house was, but now that you have, it won't stop striking. Have you been tormented like this?"
Leaning against the couch, Tingshen loosened his tie, "Don't talk so harshly, watch your tongue."
Yaen Chi was indifferent, even schadenfreude, "Isn't it said that Chu Yao is capable? But aren't you the one who likes to be the scapegoat? It's your dad she has a grudge against, yet she insists on torturing you. Is she taking revenge on the wrong person?"
