It all started more than a week ago.
After separating from Li Weiyun, Qiao Yanjue went back to his house.
Although the Qiao family mansion was in the Imperial Capital, he also had his own place and usually lived by himself.
After he closed the door, he lazily lay on the sofa, his eyes a little dazed.
It always felt like something was wrong.
At work, he was still intelligent and had no problems. However, when he was with Li Weiyun, he always felt awkward.
The feeling of being invisibly controlled made him feel more and more uncomfortable.
However, he couldn't say what the problem was.
He took out his phone, swiped it twice, and put it down again.
What was he going to do? Why could he not think of it?
This feeling of being trapped and unable to escape stifled him so much that he wanted to yell.
Suddenly, he turned and stood up from the sofa, quickly rushing to the door.
