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Xia Anlan received a call from his Secretary at four in the morning.
"Mayor, Xia rushuang has already taken care of it. She said that the person in United States was Mrs. Zhou ..."
"Alright, I know."
Xia Anlan put down his phone and stood in front of the window in his pajamas.
He pulled open the curtains. The night sky outside was as dark as ink.
Xia Anlan thought that the sea at night should be this color.
Xia rushuang was dead, but he didn't feel relieved at all. That woman should have died a long time ago. The fact that she was still alive today was a gift from the heavens.
He, on the other hand, had allowed this woman to live for so many more years because of his incompetence.
Xia Anlan had thought of many possibilities. If you Yi had not fallen in love with Xiao' AI, they would not have known anything about what had happened back then.
He might not even know what the truth hidden in the darkness was until the moment of his death.
