Chen Jiahang looked at the man indifferently, eyes narrowing with coldness. At a glance, he held extreme hatred against this man.
He didn’t believe that Yanyan had borrowed his money. They obviously had never borrowed money from anyone else.
This man was a bad guy, who must be a cheater dressed like a decent man.
Chen Jiahang made a decisive decision.
“Get out!” Again he pointed to the road outside the door, his face red, flames of anger bursting out of his eyes as if to burn the man in front.
At this time, He Xiyan’s voice, full of confusion, came from the room.
“Jiahang, what’s the matter?”
Not knowing what happened, He Xiyan paused the movie she was watching and put on a coat.
Upon hearing the voice, Mo Yixuan was stunned, the doubts in his eyes immediately turned into a long-lost expectation and excitement.
Too familiar, this voice was too familiar to him. It was her. It must be her.
“Yanyan…” Mo Yixuan, who could judge simply by voice, shouted excitedly towards the room.
Under the lamplight, his dull eyes seemed to be suddenly lit up and shined brightly. His heart was like a pot of boiling water, about to overflow with excitement.
Hearing someone calling her Yanyan, He Xiyan felt very strange. Usually only Jiahang and several acquaintances in the village would call her like this, but this man’s voice seemed familiar to her as well.
He Xiyan came out of her bedroom. As soon as she came out, she saw a man standing at the door, a tall and handsome man in a business suit.
She paused, the doubts on whose face were clearly visible under the light. She frowned, staring at Mo Yixuan with a strange look, looking him up and down.
This man, why did she feel so familiar with him?
He Xiyan was puzzled, and then knocked on her head.
He was…
Yes! She remembered. She had seen this man before, the handsome man she and Ms. Li had seen in the lobby of the Lamster Hotel.
Yes, that was him.
No wonder she felt familiar. He was the one she saw in the hotel.
“You…” He Xiyan looked at Mo Yixuan. On her face, there was some kind of shock and incredibility besides doubts.
She couldn’t figure out why this man would appear in her home.
Seeing Yanyan coming out, Chen Jiahang pulled her behind him to claim that she was his. He stared at Mo Yixuan, his eyeballs seeming about to fall out.
“Yanyan, you don’t know him, do you?” He said in lip language.
He Xiyan shook her head in confusion. Indeed, she did not know the man.
At this moment, Mo Yixuan was already too excited to speak. He stood there, his hands clasped. The redness on his face even climbed to the root of his neck. He did not know what words he could use to describe his surprise and thrill at the moment. His heart beat fast like the surging sea water.
She was still alive. God, she was still alive.
His Yanyan was still alive. She was not dead, really not dead.
Two drops of tears glided down the corner of Mo Yixuan’s eyes and glittered in the light. He seemed to have neglected Chen Jiahang standing beside He Xiyan and forgotten that Wang Zhi had told him that the woman in front of him was Chen Jiahang’s wife. At this moment, in his heart there was only excitement and joy because she was still alive.
Wang Zhi stepped forward, looking at He Xiyan, and said, “Jiahang’s wife, this Mr. Mo says that you have borrowed more than 1.2 million yuan from him before and never paid back. He comes to ask you to pay back the money.”