For three consecutive nights, Lin Zifeng had the same dream, dreaming of Long Yunfei's tragic death.
He knew that if Long Yunfei didn't die, his future influence on him would inevitably be threatening. Sometimes, one must be ruthless; if not, the only one to die in the end would be oneself.
"You, you okay?"
That day, Lin Zifeng had just gotten up, sat in the living room in silence, smoking one cigarette after another.
Nangong Bing, who had just gotten up from the room, frowned in surprise.
For the past three days, Lin Zifeng's behavior had been very unusual.
Although she hadn't asked him, with Nangong Bing's intelligence, she could probably guess some things.
"My dear, you're awake." Lin Zifeng looked at her with a smile.
Since they signed with Huayu Group, they've rarely been home. Huayu is preparing a new commercial blockbuster to promote itself in Martial Arts, so Liu Ruyan and the others have been very busy.
The only ones left at home were Nangong Bing and Lin Zifeng.
