When Yu Shijin returned to the embassy, the chief detective was on a video-call with Yu Hongchang.
Crack!
The door was pushed open.
Chief detective stared in disbelief at Yu Shijin, who was the one who opened the door. Especially those reddish cheeks of his.
After a split second, he spoke up. "Boss, your grandfather is on video-call."
"You guys go off first." Yu Shijin dragged a chair over and sat in front of a laptop. His face was pristine as a piece of jade. "You are looking for me?"
He turned on the air-conditioning. The curtains were drawn together.
He propped his arm up against the back of his chair, his eyes looking as cold and profound as always.
It was as if no one could ever tell what he was thinking.
But even through the screen, one could see the faint smile playing upon the corners of his lips.
It was very faint, nearly imperceptible.
