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It was a silent car ride as Uncle Wang could sense his young master's low spirits.

Originally, they had been heading to the Jiang house but his young master had decided to head back to his own place.

Once Jiang Zuo entered his home, he didn't switch on the lights, heading straight for the living room sofa. He sunk into the sofa, his head leaning against the plush cushions while looking up at the ceiling.

He had never acted in such a manner before but today, he couldn't control his feelings.

The room was silent, his gaze turning empty. The next time he opened his eyes, he was reminded of a memory. Jiang Zuo bolted upright, venting his frustration on the trash can by his feet and a loud bang echoed through the living room before silence once again took over.