The apartment had three rooms and two living spaces. Fang Shaohua occupied the main bedroom while she had forcefully demanded the other bedroom. The last room was his study area.
Of course, nothing physical had ever happened between the two of them.
Still, she had the spare keys to his home.
She put away the clothes from her shopping bags into the closet and quickly drove out of the district to look for Fang Shaohua.
She recalled the cafes and entertainment spots he frequently visited.
She searched every location he could possibly be at. However, she could not find him.
The sky gradually darkened and the moon shone brightly in the sky.
As it began to drizzle, Sun Jiamu parked her car against the roadside and murmured in worry. "Fang Shaohua, where are you right now?"
He wasn't at home, neither was he at the places he normally frequented…
