Qin Zheng, infuriated and ashamed, smashed his phone on the ground, shattering it into several pieces. Yet, not satisfied, he violently stomped on it several times.
"Mu Anran, I treated you so well, I was even willing to marry you, and yet you think about running away, utterly unforgivable—"
Bellowing and cursing, Qin Zheng launched a kick at the door.
"Bang!"
With a loud noise, the restroom door flew open.
Qin Zheng charged in furiously.
On the floor lay a white wedding dress and a veil, while the large window on the wall was wide open, and Mu Anran had already run away without a trace!
"Damn it!"
Qin Zheng dashed to the window and immediately spotted Mu Anran's petite figure darting through the backyard, running towards the woods like a blur.
"Damn!"
He cursed and raced outside.
Just as he ran through the front door, he called out to the bodyguards around him, "What are you waiting for? That woman has escaped, chase her!"