Wang Lin woke up startled after only a few hours of sleep.
In her dream, it was still those terrifying eyes, sometimes like Lin Xixi's, sometimes like Lin Zonghao's, making her feel as if she was being stared at even after waking up, sending chills down her spine.
Recalling Lin Zonghao's words, "You're not him, do you know for sure what he's done?" Wang Lin shivered and suddenly sat up in fright.
Grabbing her phone, Wang Lin called Chi Jingming.
The phone was turned off, only a voicemail message indicating he would return the call upon seeing it.
Wang Lin then called Luo Peirou.
Upon learning that Chi Jingming packed his things and left saying he had some business to attend to after returning two days ago, Wang Lin knew Chi Jingming must be hiding first due to guilt, fearing Lin Zonghao would come knocking.
"That idiot..."
Lin Xixi was dead, and as for the bastard she carried in her belly, as long as Chi Jingming insisted it wasn't his, what could Lin Zonghao do to him?
