Ling Tianyu descended the stairs, turned on the living room light, and saw that the floor was covered with shattered glass. There was a letter lying on the ground; he walked over and picked it up.
"Crack!"
The villa's door opened and Ling Tianyu looked outside, but he didn't see anyone. He immediately opened the letter and began to read it.
The words were the same, except the time was now. But Ling Tianyu tore the letter into pieces. He said he wouldn't go tonight, and he meant it. He had to be in control.
"Bang!"
The door closed, and he looked at the glass shards on the ground. He had to clean up, so he temporarily found some paper to cover the window and decided to repair it tomorrow.
"What happened?" Duan Yanran, wearing a pink nightgown, came downstairs and hurried over when she saw Ling Tianyu cleaning up.