The anger in his heart was already brewing, and every time Yan Kejun mentioned 'Yinyin,' Lu Jihan's temper flared up.
Feeling upset, he couldn't be bothered to respond and just hung up the phone.
"..." Yan Kejun didn't expect Lu Jihan to hang up so abruptly, and he stared at the darkened phone screen in surprise, a surge of anger rising in his chest.
Two seconds later, a text message popped up.
He picked up his phone to take a look and found that it was an address sent by Lu Jihan, which eased his anger, and he noted down the address.
After giving the address to his secretary, Yan Kejun put down his phone and stood by the floor-to-ceiling window.
Looking at the night outside the window, Song Yinyin's stunning face seemed to appear before him, with her delicate features...
So many years had passed, and he thought he could find another romance that would move him.
But the truth was, the more the years passed, the clearer it became that—
