She heard Zhao Feiyang's voice, seemingly making a phone call. So late at night, who could he be calling? Maybe, like her, he had his own unspeakable secrets and was afraid of others finding out.
Pei Lin raised her hand, intending to knock on the door, but her fingers froze mid-air right before touching it.
Why see him? He couldn't help solve any of her problems.
After thinking for a while, Pei Lin returned to her room, closed the door, and the moment she closed her eyes, a woman's figure appeared in her mind.
Strangely, she never dreamed of Yang Mufeng. The woman who often appeared in her dreams always had her back to her, and no matter how she tried, she couldn't see her face. But Pei Lin knew very well this woman was Chen Weiwei.
