Wen Xiangyang's things, not a single item left behind, were all taken away.
And his clothes were neatly placed in his closet, distinctly organized, just like she had always clearly separated their feelings.
Did she really love him? If she truly loved him, how could she bear it, how could she bear to abort their child.
And time after time, deceive him with her gentleness?!
"Bang—" Mu Lingqian punched the table, blood splashed everywhere.
That night, the police station received a distress call, reporting a burglary in a high-end residential community. The residence was completely trashed, alarming the neighbors all around, and there were suspected burglar's bloodstains at the scene. The police tried to contact the homeowner but couldn't reach anyone.
Wen Xiangyang didn't know that Mu Lingqian had gone back to the small apartment, let alone that Mu Lingqian had destroyed the entire apartment and made the neighbors and police think it was a burglary.