Long Tian reached the villa.
He was grateful that, though he died, it hadn't been an entire week before he woke up.
Otherwise, he wouldn't know how to explain himself. Although it wasn't necessary, it might still have raised suspicion.
They could have tried to call his phone, which was already dead.
Before the tribulation, he had stored it in the Nine Dragon Space, along with all accessories except his clothes.
Of course, he had changed clothes, discarding the damaged ones.
He entered the villa under the cover of the night. It was 10 PM.
He entered the password and stepped inside.
Once inside, he was shocked to see Meng Lingxue in the living room, working on her laptop.
The faint glow of the screen painted her face in cold light, her fingers moving steadily, as if the night itself had no claim over her.
The scene of them kissing flashed in his mind.
Looking at her cold face, he couldn't believe she could have done that.
