When they returned to the villa, it was already very late.
Mu Jingnan asked Situ Yunshu to take a bath first. After she went into the bathroom, he went to the balcony and lit a cigarette.
The night was as dark as ink, and the worry in his eyes was so deep and heavy that it couldn't be diluted.
Their current relationship left him at a loss.
Although it seemed like he was in control and leading, he alone knew that when it came to Situ Yunshu, he was still unsure.
He had never been able to control her.
Suddenly, hearing his phone ring, he flicked the ash off the cigarette and returned to the bedroom with a frown.
The phone on the coffee table rang.
Mu Jingnan glanced at it; it was a call from Jiang Nan.
So late, why would he be calling Situ Yunshu?
Mu Jingnan looked on coldly, took a deep drag from his cigarette, and felt the suffocating feeling in his chest swelling like a snowball, growing bigger and bigger.
It was almost suffocating him.
......
Beijing.
