Zhou Ming's phone password was very simple—it was just four ones.
Jiang Yurou unlocked the screen and tapped into WeChat, where the name "Meng Xuehua" instantly stabbed her eyes.
Almost trembling, Jiang Yurou opened the chat box and messages popped up:
"Zhou Ming, have you gotten home?"
"How have you thought about the thing I mentioned earlier?"
"What can I do? I miss you so much after just an hour apart."
Jiang Yurou continued to scroll through their past chat history. Initially, it was only Meng Xuehua reaching out to Zhou Ming, with no replies from him.
But later on, Zhou Ming began to respond to Meng Xuehua's messages, from one or two to three or four, then more and more.
Just a few days ago, they even met up for a meal. Jiang Yurou checked the date, recalling how she had prepared a table full of dishes waiting for Zhou Ming that day, but he had said he was busy with something.
So he was with someone else...
