The man's heartbreaking roar was like a beast driven to despair.

Yi Haiyin smashed the things in the study like crazy, no one was spared.

Sweat slipped from his stern face, revealing the loneliness and unwillingness of being abandoned...

He leaned **** the wall with both hands.

When there is nothing to smash, he clenched his fist and beat the wall until the back of his hand was dripping with blood.

Ling'er, you said that you don't want to see me getting hurt. Now that I'm hurt, why don't you come out to stop me?

Yi Haiyin's forehead was pressed against the wall, his eyes filled with indifference, as if he was wrapped in a cold coat, no peeping was allowed.

"Young Master..." The old waiter stood at the door, trying to persuade him, but even Yan Ling couldn't persuade his young master anymore. What else could he do?

When everything became calm, Yi Haiyin slowly walked to the window sill and sat down.

The back of his hand was already bloody, and blood was dripping down his slender fingers.

He didn't seem to feel the pain, but just sat quietly, looking at the scenery outside the window.

His shirt was wet with sweat, and even the white suit pants were stained with blood, his black hair was messy, and he was in a panic.

But it seemed to him that he couldn't see anything, just leaning on the window sill, facing a tree outside the window, a flower can be seen for a long time...

The old waiter's heart was pumping tightly.

He was too familiar with such a scene.

Before Yi Haiyin's language barrier got better, he liked sitting in a daze like this quietly.

When silence fell, sometimes I would not speak a word a day.

Miss Yan Ling has only disappeared for more than a week, and his young master has become like this. If there is no one to find, the situation will only get worse.

"Master, there is something, the subordinates have been hesitant to tell you or not." The old waiter stepped forward, seeing Yi Haiyin not looking at him at all, and added. "It's related to Miss Yan Ling."

As soon as he heard that it was related to Yan Ling, Yi Haiyin's still black eyes turned slightly.

Turned around and looked at the old waiter.

"Master, your hand is injured. I will treat the wound for you first." Seeing that he had a reaction, the old waiter hurriedly raised the medicine box and asked him to stop the bleeding.

Before touching Yi Haiyin's hand, Yi Haiyin avoided his touch and frowned.

Use his eyes to signal him to speak first.

"Young Master..." The old waiter looked at the paranoid Yi Haiyin, and had no choice but to speak first.

"The young master didn't ask someone to check it. The day before Miss Yan Ling disappeared, did she leave the crew to meet someone?"

"Who is it?" Yi Haiyin's thin lips moved, squeezing out the two words of indifference.

"Yes... Madam, Madam went to Miss Yan Ling, but no one knows what they said, and it is uncertain whether Miss Yan Ling's departure is related to Madam... Master! Master, calm down!"

Before the old waiter finished speaking, Yi Haiyin's eyes widened in surprise.

As if to understand something, he stood up from the window sill and walked out of the study.

"Young master, the subordinates haven't found out about this matter..." The old waiter was worried that their mother and son would have a conflict, and hurried to catch up.

When Yi Haiyin entered the living room, he saw Mrs. Yi who was at the table instructing the housekeeper to prepare dishes.

"Put the stack of pine nuts in front. Yin'er likes to eat, and there is soup? Are all the soups I asked you to cook? The doctor said that Yin'er needs to eat for a while to regain vitality..."