Qiu Chi comforted him.
The old man behind them heard it, and said nothing more.
Indeed, in such a situation, no one would have thought that the girl was not actually ntally ill, nor would they have expected the things the two of them did in that villa.
Still want to run?
Still hoping that person would rescue her?
The old man, with a cold and sinister look on his face, let out a disdainful sneer...
——
Ou Mucen didn’t go ho. Instead, after Ying Hao sent him the address traced from the phone, he also headed towards the eastern developnt area of the city.
And a few minutes later, at Building 11 in this villa district, the hoowner who was cooking heard the doorbell ring: "Who is it?"
"..."
No one answered him; all that responded was the doorbell being pressed repeatedly outside.
The hoowner grew impatient, so he ca over and opened the door: "Who are you? You..."
He was about to curse, but the mont he opened the door and saw the man standing outside, the words were stuck in his throat, unable to utter a single word.
This was a man with a commanding presence. On the clean steps of the door, the tall figure stood proudly. A black shirt, beneath which were narrow black trousers, made his legs look even more slender and straight. His hands weren’t placed anywhere else but casually tucked into the trouser pockets. From this angle, the expensive watch on his wrist emitted dazzling tallic glimrs in the sunlight.
Elegant and restrained, noble and cold, this was the first impression this man gave him. And when he clearly saw his face, he drew a sharp breath, even more rooted to the spot.
Who on earth is this person? Why does he seem so unreal?
"Is 189xxxxxxx your phone number?" he spoke, his voice clear and cold as icicles in winter.
The man shivered, suddenly waking up: "It... it’s mine, what’s wrong?"
"Hand over your phone and let have a look."
"Oh, okay..."
Almost unconditionally compliant, the hoowner went inside, fetched his phone, and obediently handed it over.
It was only after he handed it over that he snapped out of it!
What the hell, what was he doing? Why was he so subservient to a stranger?
But he saw that after this man standing at his door got his phone, he casually flipped through it, found the call records, and there it was, the number dialed to his own, with an added digit -678.
Yes, his number was encrypted; without knowing his short number password, no one could dial it easily.
And not many knew this personal phone...
His heart suddenly thumped violently, his eyes lifted abruptly, instantly locking with two sharp gazes: "Let’s go inside and talk!"
The hoowner was stunned again!
Go inside?
Go in there?
He was a bit confused, but in that mont of distraction, the person had already strode inside.
"Hey, who are you really? What do you want?" the hoowner saw, finally couldn’t hold back, followed inside.
Inside his own villa, he originally wanted to ask what this man was up to, but just as he closed the door, the man who had stepped in first suddenly turned around and punched him hard.
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