By the time Lin Zhiyuan arrived, Li Yanwan was long gone. Their once-cozy home was in shambles; the fresh flowers Wanwan had arranged that morning lay scattered across the floor.
Crimson petals strewn about and the meal left unfinished on the dining table were grim reminders of what Li Yanwan had endured.
Lin Zhiyuan’s face darkened, his pupils trembling violently. Could it be that his third-born, that animal, was the one who told Lu Rong?
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