Rebirth: Back to before the tragedy

The phone hit the door with a dull thud, and broken parts of the phone flew everywhere.

Chi Morong clenched his fists, veins on his forehead exposed, his eyes were filled with flames of anger, and his chest heaved violently, as if to burn his heart to ashes.

"what"

The anger accumulated in his chest had nowhere to vent, so he roared again like a trapped beast.

He exerted force with both hands and overturned the coffee table in front of him.

As the coffee table was overturned, cups and wine bottles fell to the ground with crisp cracking sounds.

Chi Morong's anger seemed to have not subsided yet, his body was shaking as if it was going to shake the entire room.

He closed his eyes tightly, veins on his forehead bulged, and his facial expression was twisted into a ball. For a moment, he seemed to have lost his mind, with only that crazy rage burning in his heart.

He stood up, turned around and kicked the sofa he had just sat on hard, then, still not satisfied, he smashed everything in the room.

When Mu Chi finally walked out of the private room, he did not close the door completely, but left a gap.

Listening to the crackling sounds coming from the room, Mu Chi didn't even frown. He leaned against the wall at the door, crossed his hands on his chest, and crossed his left leg over his right leg.

Zong Yaohui looked at Mu Chi, who looked relaxed, and then looked at the door of the private room. He could hear the crackling sound. With a worried look on his face, he asked in a low voice,

"Is Master Chi okay in there? Do you want me to call some bodyguards in?"

Mu Chi glanced at him calmly.

"He's furious right now, you want to let the bodyguard in to get beaten?"

Seeing the worry on his face when he looked at the door of the private room, Mu Chi lit a cigarette, took a deep breath and exhaled a puff of smoke, looking at the door of the room.

"Just let him vent. After all, this is his first broken heart, and it can be considered a Waterloo in his life."

Zong Yaohui looked at Mu Chi, then at the door, and couldn't think of a better way for a moment, so he simply followed Mu Chi's example, leaned against the wall, took out a cigarette and started smoking.

There were more and more cigarette butts on the floor, and the corridor was filled with smoke and the smell of nicotine.

Half an hour later, the room fell silent.

Mu Chi threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground, stepped on it with his toes to put it out, stood up straight, glanced at Zong Yaohui beside him, raised his eyebrows, and nodded his chin.

"Let's go in and take a look together?"

Having said that, without waiting for the other party to respond, he pushed open the door and walked in first.

"tsk"

After seeing the scene in the room clearly, Mu Chi clicked his tongue in his heart. It seemed that Chi Morong was very angry this time.

Nothing in the room was intact.

The mess in the room was shocking. The furniture was overturned, the floor was covered with broken glass and various decorations scattered all over the floor, leaving almost no place to stand.

Chi Morong slowly opened his eyes, looked at the fragments scattered on the ground, and slowly calmed down his inner anger.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

There was a gleam of determination in his eyes. He was unwilling to just surrender and be trapped in this emotional maze.

Chi Morong took a deep breath, trying hard to control his inner anger, and trying to find hope and a way out in life.

This high and mighty man seemed to be in the center of the storm at this moment, and only he could decide whether to face it bravely or give up.