Erya returned to the neighborhood but didn't go home directly; instead, she went to the seventh floor and knocked on Ma Zhihao's door.
Ma Zhihao wasn't doing much better.
Ever since he drove back and saw her with Su Rong, his heart felt like it was being squeezed and twisted by an unfeeling hand, hurting immensely.
He hadn't gone out all afternoon, just lay on the sofa... feeling miserable!
Every time he recalled how Su Rong naturally held Erya as he got into the car, and Erya didn't reject him,
a flame of anger burned in his chest, an excruciating pain.
As the pain intensified, tears welled up at the corners of his eyes.
Yes, he was so pathetic that he actually cried.
Crying over a woman, if word got out, his buddies would definitely laugh their heads off.
He had remained in the same position, lying there for an afternoon and an evening.
He hadn't even had dinner...
There was no sound from upstairs; she hadn't come back.
She had been with that man all day.
