Back then, he hadn't thought too much. He had climbed in the car after the driver had opened the door and reminded him to get in the car.
After he had made it back to the company, he had gone to meetings all day.
When he had finished his work, it had already been 9 o'clock in the evening.
He had wanted to go home, but he had remembered that a woman had already moved into his house when he had been poised to dial the number of his driver for a ride.
He hadn't made the call. Instead, he had hung up the phone, leaned back in his office chair, and smoked. As he had smoked, the same image of Liang Doukou in the sunlight that he had seen at the mansion suddenly popped into his head.
He had suddenly paused in the middle of passing the cigarette into his mouth. He had looked like someone was pressing on his pressure point, making him freeze. He had been lost in a daydream.
