In front of Ling Chuxia, no matter how heartbroken, desperate, or angry he was, he couldn't show a trace of it. However, heaven knew how furious he was, how much he wanted to kill.
The day after Chuxia confessed to him, he had already sent someone to investigate the man from that night. Surprisingly, it was easy to find him, and in just one day, the man was dragged before him.
What he said was simple: a woman got drunk and suddenly barged into his room. With a beauty in his arms, he wasn't Liu Xiaohui; naturally, he embraced the beauty and had a good time, not knowing she belonged to a couple.
His words flowed so smoothly, without a flaw, perfectly impeccable, instantly stoking his anger to the extreme, nearly beating the man half to death.
But he left the man with a breath because his instincts told him that things weren't that simple. He had to find out who was pulling the strings behind the scenes.
Whoever harmed Chuxia, he would repay them a hundredfold.
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