Helian Wei Wei still wanted to say something.
However, Chen Zhendong had no intention of listening any further.
She must be lying to me!
She must be!
Chen Zhendong did not give Helian Wei Wei the chance to continue, as he hastily turned around and left.
His heart desperately hoped that the news was untrue, so much so that he became a little insane.
He dashed toward his car with hurried footsteps and drove so fast it felt as though his car was floating.
Chen Zhendong was not heading toward his home.
Instead, he went to Lan Ya's residence.
He could still remember his disdain when she first passed him the keys to her house.
Now, as he vehemently pressed on the doorbell, he dearly wished that the owner of the house would open the door for him.
He dialed the number over and over again.
Alas, it was still not in service.
He had never failed to find her.