The top floor of Lin's group is bright and full of the brilliance of the setting sun, but the indoor air is freezing for thousands of miles.

in front of the spacious and bright floor to ceiling window, Lin Yixiao, who is surrounded by the breath of strangers, stands in his pocket, his brows are locked, his eyes are sharp, showing his anger and dissatisfaction.

he was just about to walk away from work when he received a message from Tao Xinting. There were only a few words and a picture in the message. The picture of a man and a woman hugging each other in the picture hurt his...