This room had never been so desolate.
Yan Xixi sat cross-legged on the carpet, as if time had stopped.
Her phone ran out of battery, so she charged it, only for it to run out again. From morning till night, she kept calling. However, the response was always the same: 'The subscriber you have dialed is powered off.'
Never before had she felt like such a cliché: a woman suspecting her husband of infidelity. Her gaze was empty, her nerves completely shattered.
After a while, an idea suddenly struck her. Ask Liu Daqing!
But I don't have Liu Daqing's number. I've never met Empress Dowager Liu alone, nor have I ever contacted him by phone. As for Wan Dongmei, we've never contacted each other privately. And other relatives and friends? I've never even met them.
A chill ran down her spine.
