On the third day after running away from his wedding, Shen Luo'an still hadn't contacted anybody. He hadn't even left word with a single family member.
His mobile phone had been shut off the entire time. He despised himself for running away.
He placed the beer mug down and gathered the beer bottles together at the corner of the bed. A strong scent of alcohol permeated the air. It was harsh on the nose.
Shen Luo'an retrieved his mobile phone and turned it on. In less than a minute, various alerts and chimes sounded in succession.
He had been expecting that. He picked the phone up and glanced at it in passing. A grave piece of news caught his eye.
[Dad]: Queye is dead. Where are you?
[Shen Zhilie's mother]: Luo'an, something bad has happened to Queye. Why aren't you coming back yet? How long do you intend to hide in such a situation?
[Uncle Guan]: If you dare come back, I'll have your legs broken!
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