Mo Chuxi stood at the door of the room, listening to the sound of Yan Xinxin talking on the phone inside. He only let go of the doorknob after the call ended.
He turned and walked toward his original room, his handsome face heavy and icy.
Scenes from the wedding flashed through his mind: the sight of bright red blood flowing from Yan Xinxin's body, the words the doctor spoke at the entrance of the emergency room. A bloodthirsty, savage look flickered in his eyes.
Mo Qingning was stepping upstairs and happened to see the cold and distant Mo Chuxi descending from above.
"Brother…"
She called out.
However, Mo Chuxi seemed not to hear her at all, brushing past Mo Qingning like a gale of wind.
She curiously turned her head to look at his hastily retreating figure. Vaguely, she noticed his back pocket appeared slightly bulging, as if something was stuffed in it.
Seeing Mo Chuxi come downstairs, Lin Yuan'ai got up.
