These thoughts brought Ding Baijie back to her childhood days.
And that night, Zhang Wu found himself in a particularly awkward predicament.
He initially thought that fooling Ding Baijie into coming over was a sure thing.
After all, in his mind, there was no doubt that she would be worried sick about her son, so he had sent his son to the neighboring room early on and waited for Ding Baijie to arrive so he could control, beat, and assault her.
However, to his surprise, there had been no movement from Ding Baijie at all.
He had no choice but to rely on himself. As time passed, he realized that he had been tricked by Ding Baijie!
Zhang Wu fully experienced what it meant to be driven mad with solitude.
It wasn't until late into the night that he finally lay down, his forehead beaded with cold sweat, feeling a sense of emptiness like never before.
Past one o'clock in the morning, Li Zhiyan gently knocked on Ding Baijie's door.
"Xiao Yan, what's wrong..."
