C18 He hurt himself

The short-haired girl turned back, took a few steps, folded her arms, lifted her chin, and asked sharply,

“How did you know he was here?”

Roan Sha exhaled, his voice low and tired.

“Ziyan forgot his phone at the club. His girlfriend kept calling nonstop… so I followed him to return it.”

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Earlier that night...

When Ziyan Qing left the lounge drunk