"I know, let her go!" Yan Yufeng pinched off the half of the unfinished cigarette and threw it in the trash can. Ignoring the worry on Lie Biao's face, he stood up and prepared to walk upstairs.
Doesn't he know that more than five hours have passed, but even so, what can be changed? She has gone far, her heart is not here, what's the use of coming back? Can it change the fact that she doesn't like him?
He is a man, he has arrogance, domineering momentum and self-esteem, but when faced with such a woman who disdains and ignores him, he will feel inferior and feel uncomfortable.
He said that Yu Feng had never bowed her head in front of others, but she was the only one...
"But, young master, aren't you worried about Miss Xia's safety? It's already dark, what if..." Lie Biao didn't dare to continue. No one can guarantee what will happen next.
Moreover, Yan Yufeng didn't send anyone to protect her secretly. If something happened, he would definitely regret it.
Lie Biao's words blocked Yan Yufeng's path. He stopped, hesitated slightly, and wanted to turn around, but he froze instantly.
Lie Biao's words reminded him of things that he had not worried about before, safety? Will she be in danger? A girl is walking on the street, will she be afraid? He was unbelievable, just like Lie Biao's worry, he did not dare to continue.
Just imagine...
A trace of worry appeared on his cold and bloodless face. If something really happened to her, he would never forgive himself in his life.
His strong, unshakable heart began to weaken again, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous or worried.
He turned around and was about to speak when the cell phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated, and his slightly opened mouth closed instantly.
He glanced at Lie Biao, took out his cell phone and saw that it was an unfamiliar caller. He wanted to hang up directly, but after thinking about it, he pressed the answer button, put it close to his ear, and growled: "Hey! Who's there?
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His face returned to coldness, and his worried and anxious heart was shattered by this phone call, and he rejected the idea just now.
"Yan Yufeng is quite angry. Guess who I am?" A magnetic and contemptuous voice reached Yan Yufeng's ears.
This voice was familiar yet unfamiliar, as if I had heard it somewhere but couldn't remember it. His voice vaguely echoed in my mind, and his shadow was as vague as his voice.
"Who are you?" Yan Yufeng asked directly. He didn't like beating around the bush, not to mention he was in no mood to waste time.