After an unknown amount of time, Tang Xiaofei felt that the person beside her seemed to have walked away, so she slowly opened her eyes.
In front of her, Ye Chenxi's figure was indeed gone. Turning over, the entire room was quiet without an extra sound.
The door was ajar; he must have already left, right?
It's already past midnight. What is he going out to do? Isn't he going to rest?
He has work tomorrow.
Thinking of this, a hint of loss unconsciously flowed through Tang Xiaofei's eyes.
Her mood sank to the bottom.
Just as she was about to turn over and continue sleeping, she suddenly saw Ye Chenxi's phone on the bedside table, her gaze pausing for a moment.
Thinking about the photos on his phone, if she looked closely, she might really find some clues?
Seeing that Ye Chenxi was still not around, Tang Xiaofei reached for his phone, swiped open the screen, found the inbox, and opened the anonymous message.
