That's why I moved out of my original house without waiting for Chasel to come back.
Joyce lamented that I agreed rashly, and it was too late now if the property was not appropriately divided.
"This is almost all his property, right? Did he keep some for himself?"
Joyce stayed here for nearly half a month in case I wavered to look for Chasel. Only when she found that I had indeed given up the idea did she go home with ease.
And I hadn't been to my store for nearly half a month.
I subconsciously clicked on Chasel's Instagram.
The latest update was still the picture of fingers clasped together.
This was abnormal. I felt inexplicably anxious.
Chasel used to post frequently. I couldn't help but suspect that he may have died.
So who was the person replacing Chasel now, and where was the real Chasel?
