At this moment, the bedroom door was ajar, and the cellphone was on the sofa. Leng Lingxiao didn't go in to check but continued to arrange other matters.
Gradually, the vibrating stopped.
He had always trusted Tang Xiaowan, and now that they had gotten their certificate and become husband and wife, his trust in her naturally skyrocketed and only increased.
Of course, he knew without guessing who it was.
...
In Jin City, within a luxurious club, Li Zishen sat alone drinking and playing mahjong.
He alternated between wry smiles and talking to himself.
The private room was exquisitely and lavishly designed, adorned with numerous valuable potted plants and classical-style art pieces. From the hanging crystal chandelier to the gilt carvings on the walls, every detail highlighted the exceptionally distinguished status of the guests.
Right now, Li Zishen's eyes were filled with confusion and pain, as if he were lost in endless darkness, unable to find a way forward.
