Yaen Chi hurriedly hung up the phone.
He waited for quite a while, battling with himself mentally, and finally someone came to open the door.
There was only a hand's width gap, and Yaen Chi couldn't wait any longer, directly pushing the door open.
Yi Qinghuan stumbled back, tightly clutching her towel.
Yaen Chi glanced at her, his mind blown, "Why are you dressed like this?"
"I..."
Yi Qinghuan had been crying, her eyes swollen, her shoulders and arms covered in bruises. Yaen Chi, having been through similar situations, couldn't help but think in that direction.
He raised his hand to stop Yi Qinghuan, not wanting to hear a word from her, quickly walked in, and glanced at Bo Yanching.
He was still asleep, sleeping soundly.
The room was filled with incense and the scent of post-intimacy.
Yaen Chi was completely in shock, feeling an intense headache.
He asked a question he was unwilling to but needed to ask, "Last night... was it you?"
