Jiang Jingheng found out the news while on a business trip in another city and immediately booked a flight back.
When he got home, it was already evening.
The villa was completely dark, and as he walked in, he felt a chill.
He went straight to the second floor, and the bedroom was just as dark, the lights off.
He pushed open the door, turned on the light, and saw Mu Yan sitting on the bed, her head buried in her knees, looking extremely frail.
His heart ached, and he immediately went over and held her in his arms.
Mu Yan smelled his scent, knew it was him, hugged his waist, and said in a muffled voice, "I wasn't ruined by him, do you believe me?"
Jiang Jingheng almost laughed in anger, not answering his calls and staying up all night just because of this stupid question?
He knew her personality, didn't blame her, and said softly, "I believe you."
"Are you just comforting me?" Mu Yan didn't believe him.
