Shanghai, inside an apartment.
Wen Ting stared at her phone, her eyes almost bulging.
This gentle and graceful woman had completely changed her demeanor.
She had just been typing with a blank face, describing her sadness and sorrow in a text message.
Now she wished she could smash the phone.
At that moment, her first instinct was suspicion.
Suspicion that the phone was not in Zhang Sixing's hands, that someone else had replied for him!
This wasn't the Zhang she remembered, not at all!
However, knowing Zhang Sixing, he wouldn't let anyone see his phone, let alone such private messages.
For some reason, Wen Ting's anger, breakdown, shock, and humiliation peaked at this moment!
So many things had happened in the past, and she never felt this way.
Amidst the recent string of incidents, even when she was involved in the project of [Paipai] which was suddenly taken down, she didn't feel this way.
But it struck her now!
