"Jing Jiaren, you are the first woman who dares to hang up on me."
The powerful sound seemed to come from hell, which was frightening.
Jing Jiaren mocked and said: "You are also the first man to call and harass me late at night!"
"If it was Shang Yanxuan's call, wouldn't it be called harassment?" His voice was strange.
Jing Jiaren just wanted to make him angry: "Yes."
"You are very courageous." The cold air could be felt through the phone.
"You're very annoying. What's the matter? Hurry up and finish talking. I want to go to bed."
"Should you find him to see me, or should I go and find him myself?"
Los Angeles.
Ximen Longting's eyes were red. He raised his head and poured a glass of whiskey down his throat. It was so hot that he felt as if he had swallowed a ball of fire.
The goblet was squeezed tightly in his hand and the base immediately shattered when he slapped it on the table.
When Jing Jiaren heard the cracking sound, she frowned slightly: "Are you threatening me? Do you think I'm scared?"
Ximen Longting let go of his hand, and there was a mark cut by broken glass on the back of his hand.
Bright red blood dripped on the table and splashed.
He curled his lips coldly, and they seemed to be even redder with blood.
In the dim night, his smile was both handsome and terrifying: "I already know your choice."
"What choice do I have?"
"I will make him disappear from your world."
"What do you want to do?"
"Are you worried?"
"Answer me, what do you want to do to him?" Jing Jiaren's voice was slightly excited.
Ximen Longting felt a little suffocated in his chest, like a sudden tug of pain.
He frowned tightly, unable to understand where this painful feeling came from.
He drank a lot of wine at the party, and he missed her a little after leaving for just one day, so he made this call just to hear her voice.
Unexpectedly, this phone call made him so angry.
He has always been able to control his emotions rationally, but at this moment, he is extremely depressed and urgently needs an outlet to vent——
"You know exactly what I want to do to him."
"If you dare to mess around, just try it."
"Your voice sounds very nervous." His head was eroded by alcohol and it hurt. He curled his lips coldly, like the devil's red lips, and muttered ruthless sentences, "Tell me, Jing Jiaren, you are worried about him."
"What does it have to do with you that I'm not worried?"
"The more you worry about him, the more he will suffer."
"You madman, he is innocent. If you dare to do anything to him, I will not let you go."
"Ha," Ximen Longting laughed coldly, and the voice echoed in the night, "Then let's give it a try?"
"Hey, you..."
"Click", this time it was Ximen Longting who hung up the phone first.
Jing Jiaren held the phone blankly, her heart suddenly became panic-could he really want to attack Shang Yanxuan?
Soon, she calmed down again. There are many people named Shang Yanxuan in the world, how can Ximen Longting confirm which one it is?
What's more, he is no longer the Shang Yanxuan of the past.
Shang Yanxuan's information in the past has long been wiped out, as if he had never existed in this world.
But Jing Jia and the Jing family could only pronounce his name, not even a photo!
As long as Ximen Longting cannot find out his current identity, he will not be found.
How could she possibly find out? Even she didn't know who he was!
Thinking of this, Jing Jiaren felt sad. All along, she seemed to be in love in a dream.