C387 Distracted.

Yang Yilin drove straight to Sunn Zhenzhen's apartment.

He rang the doorbell angrily, but no one came to open the door. There was no movement in the room either.

He angrily went to the guard and asked, only to find out that the woman had not returned yet.

His heart suddenly felt like it had been pricked by a bee. It was painful, but not painful. It felt like wood