Other than a work call, Su Zhinian actually was not working that evening.
Due to his impressive hearing, he could pick up and focus on the smallest of voices. Therefore, no matter how noisy it was, it would not cause him any distraction.
In fact, he had no idea from whence he had gotten the habit of listening to her movements as he did his work.
When he was busy in the study, she was quite bored, alone in the huge bungalow, so she would talk to herself, making mocking comments on certain observations. Most of them were petty complaints about the littlest of things, but to him, they were like the songs of angels.
These past few days he had been staying at the company, and whenever the rest of the company had left, he would stand before the window, study the sleeping city, and think about her. Even if she would not talk to him, as long as he could hear her speak, be it curses or insults thrown at him, he would be more than satisfied…
