Thinking about this, an idea popped into my head. I clicked the pause, then enlarged the monitor screen. I moved the cursor and focused on the screen on the license plate number of the taxi and immediately made a note of it. With this hope, I wished I could find Chunghee and apologize to him.
I would never make a mistake that could hurt his feelings — this was the last time — I meant it.
Suddenly the woman opened her voice, "Sir, if you're looking for someone, why don't you call the police station? That would be more helpful. The police know more about 'missing person'."
Instantly the water on my face turned cold when I heard her words as if it was erased by the rain and then froze. I turned my head at her, staring at her with a domineering cold gaze.
