Chi Zaozao leaned weakly against the guardrail in front of her, looking at the vast scene below, occasionally glancing around. Perhaps because it was too early, there was not a single person in sight.
But, his car was clearly down there. Why was he nowhere to be seen?
Where did he go?
"Wanjun..."
She mustered her strength again and shouted loudly.
Still, no one responded.
She was so tired, thinking of Qing Er still in the hospital, unable to see that man here, she could only leave in disappointment.
But just as she reached the top of the stairs, a man's hoarse voice, as if he had a cold, came from behind.
"Zaozao..."
Hearing the voice, Chi Zaozao stopped in her tracks and turned around sharply.
When she saw Tang Wanjun walking towards her from the opposite direction, her whole demeanor changed.
Not seeing him was fine, but the moment she saw him, anger consumed her.
She rushed over, raised her fists, and rained punches on him like a storm.
