Gnawing Game: Sutan Husband, Volume 1

With her hair in a mess, she looked at the phone in her hand with a slightly collapsed state. Could Jiang Shaoyi have some humanity in him? It was clearly outside the door. He had to go to work, get up early, and just leave her a note. Did he really have to make a phone call? For three years, it had been like this every time. Yuan Zhou couldn't bear Jiang Shaoyi's actions. Even if their house was several hundred square meters large, their rooms were next to each other's. Jiang Shaoyin had adopted the habit of making phone calls in order to avoid direct confrontation with Yuan Zongxing.