An Ruo's hand clutched the quilt tightly, her fingers turning a pale shade of blue.
Tang Yuchen was nowhere to be seen, and there was a bruise around An Ruo's neck. She had changed clothes and used a silk scarf to cover the wound on her neck.
Even if her heart was in agony, she would not abandon herself to despair or harm herself.
So An Ruo obediently went downstairs to eat, and she ate her fill.
After dinner, An Mingqi's call came in.
He said Tang Yuchen had agreed to continue the cooperation, his voice filled with joy and excitement. An Ruo indifferently hung up the phone, unwilling to listen to another word from him.
"Hello, An Ruo!" At that moment, Lisa walked into the hall, excitedly greeting her, "An Ruo, is Young Master Chen at home?"
An Ruo glanced at her and stood up to go upstairs.
"An Ruo, why won't you answer me?" Lisa ran up to her in a few steps, blocking her way.
Looking at her pouting face, An Ruo was speechless, "I don't know where he is."