After a long time, Wan Donglin still hadn't called.
She refused to accept it and couldn't sleep. She wanted to call again but managed to hold back.
What is this?? Like a jealous, spying, complaining wife?
If he's not busy, he'd naturally call me; if he's really busy, why should I disturb him? If he's neither busy nor contacting me, why should I still bother him?
This man, he has time to take other women home but has no time to answer my call.
What Rina said was clearly not wrong.
The night fog became increasingly thick, and the eerie, blinking starlight on the horizon grew dimmer. She sat alone on the bench for a long, long time, seemingly in a trance.
In her confusion, an extremely ominous premonition slowly spread, hands and feet starting to turn cold, unnoticed.
At that time, Wan Donglin took Chuchu just past the bustling area.
