“Little Ke, what’s wrong?” Yin Wancheng noticed her pale face, thinking she was unwell, and quickly helped her up. “Wancheng,” Xu Ke’s voice trembled. “What’s the matter?” “I need to go to Yun Ding.” Yin Wancheng was taken aback, “Why?” “I just saw Rongrong. She said she hasn’t seen Shen Mu for half a year.” Yin Wancheng’s expression also changed.
Half an hour later, Xu Ke arrived at Yun Ding, and Yu Huan was not there. The deputy general manager Yang said that President Shen hadn’t called, and for the past half year, Yu Huan had been coming to the company twice a week to handle affairs, keeping the business operations steady but unremarkable. Xu Ke turned and went to the penthouse, Zhu Ge. At the moment she entered the password, she was so nervous she could hardly breathe, thankfully, the password was still the same. Upon opening the door, a musty smell of an uninhabited place greeted her. She turned on the lights and walked in slowly, the memories of that night vividly replaying before her. He held her tightly, almost sleepless all night; what exactly happened? She surveyed Zhu Ge, frantically looking for any clues he might have left behind. He was very particular about cleanliness, always keeping things in order, and even after several months of no one living there, it was still tidy, just dusty.
