Yang Fei's heart was full of sour pain. After walking a bit, he suddenly had some doubts.
"Something's not right, no matter how fickle a woman can be, it wouldn't be like this."
"Besides, what does Liang Jiayi's engagement have to do with Guan Xielong and Long Ci?"
Thinking of this, Yang Fei turned around and ran.
"Damn, this little girl is going to do something stupid."
In the Volkswagen CC, Liang Jiayi had already regained her composure and carefully dried the tear stains on her face.
She took out a small round mirror, carefully checked her face, and found nothing unusual, then dialed a number.
"Chu Liang, I'm tired. Could you come pick me up?"
A deep, thick voice full of magnetic masculinity came from the other side of the line.
"Jiayi, you've always been like this since you were a kid. Park your car, and don't drive when you're tired. I'll be there soon."
Just after Liang Jiayi hung up the phone, a black Maybach slowly stopped behind her car.
