The woman's voice, hoarse and piercing, stabbed into the man's chest like a dull knife, over and over.
Just listening to this recording, he felt like stabbing himself a few times; if he saw the video, he had no doubt he would go mad!
Like self-torment, Huo Shaojun listened to this recording again and again.
He thought the pain in his heart would gradually become numb until he felt nothing at all.
But the result was not what he expected. Instead of easing, the pain clung to every inch of his bones like vines, tightly winding, penetrating his very marrow!
The phone rang on the left side of the computer.
Huo Shaojun's hand on the desk, seemingly numb, moved slightly. Without casting a glance at the phone, he picked it up and placed it to his ear.
"Fourth brother, are you okay?"
From the phone came Gu Yan's concerned voice.
