The man had just put on his shirt, not yet having fastened the buttons, when he picked up his cellphone with one hand to answer a call, and with the other slowly and methodically began to button up.
At those words, his fingers paused, then continued, his voice casual and indifferent but with an eerie chill, "What, has the Lancheng police station fallen on such hard times that it can't even provide the most basic shelter from the elements?"
"This..." the person on the other end of the phone was sweating profusely, "Mr. Mo, indeed we have neglected our duties, but Miss Chi is after all a pampered lady, unaccustomed to such hardship..."
Carefully choosing his words, he went on, "Perhaps she knows what she's doing, but with no other option, she could only torment herself to gain your sympathy... hoping to get out."
Mo Shiqian's tone was undisturbed, giving away nothing of his emotions, "Oh? She tortured herself into a high fever?"
