Ever since Zhao Li sent someone to steal the documents, Chen Yang knew it wouldn't be the last time. If Qin Donglai's death was involved, things would become even more turbulent.
To an ordinary person, it might have seemed like a gust of wind sweeping over the roof, but in reality, a phantom lay in wait in the dark night.
Chen Yang felt it keenly. The person coming this time would be no simple thug.
The next second, just as Chen Yang was about to spring into action, a sarcastic voice stopped him. "Where have you been, you good-for-nothing? Why are you back so late?"
Luo Sulan, holding a teacup in one hand with the other arm folded across her chest, stared at Chen Yang with a sidelong glance. "Look at you, trying to run away again? Did you see how outstanding Xiang Yang is, realize how pathetic you are, and lose the courage to face him?"
"If that's the case, why don't you just get the hell out of my house? And never come back!"
