Her mind suddenly became very chaotic, hurting as if it was about to explode. Her chest was also throbbing painfully, the kind that made it hard to breathe.
Su Wanxin clutched her phone, hugging herself as she sat there.
A slit in the curtain next to her was slightly opened, just enough for her to see a corner of the building below.
She was angry; she wanted to know who sent the message and why they wanted to tell her these things.
Talk properly, don't play tricks and act mysterious.
Sending anonymous messages that can't be replied to, are you trying to suffocate someone?
Time slowly passed, and Su Wanxin was still not sleepy. She just sat there until after midnight, around 2 am, when Fu Shihan drove back.
His car parked downstairs, but he didn't immediately go inside. Instead, he leaned against the car, glanced this way, and then lit a cigarette.
