There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.
"No." What Zimei awaited were just two curt words.
"A Cheng—"
Zimei just managed to call out when a girl's startled scream suddenly came through the phone, blocking all the words she wanted to say in her throat.
Before she could react, the call was abruptly disconnected, leaving only the busy tone beeping in her ear.
Zimei stood there, her mind in utter chaos.
Why would there be a woman at Ye Cheng's house?
Who would go to his house so early?
Suddenly, she recalled what Lu Shanhu said on the cruise last night, that Ye Cheng left early with the artist named Xia, and the other party seemed pretty drunk...
Could it be that Xia Duoduo slept over at Ye Cheng's place?
Zimei's face turned pale instantly, and she paced back and forth nervously, unable to calm down.
Finally, she haphazardly put on some clothes and went out.
