The anger simmering in Tao Siran's chest was no less than Jin Yan's.
Earlier, he called her, and her phone was off. He called again, and it was still off. Finally, when he got through, after just a few words, she hung up without hesitation.
This woman's temper was exactly like it was back then—arrogant, domineering, and insufferable.
Call again?
All he would get is a shut-off phone.
"Jin Yan..." Tao Siran recited the name etched into his heart. His devilishly handsome face took on a shadow, like storm clouds before a summer tempest.
Her disdain fully enraged him; her pride, her infuriating nature, her disregard—everything about her, he wanted to tear apart!
Tao Siran chose not to continue calling but instead decided to visit the next day.
Running away, he wanted to see how long she could flee.
Tao Siran stood at the door, ringing the bell for a long time, but there was no response.
