The next day, Nancheng was sunny and bright with the dawn of warm sunshine.
The golden sunlight blanketed the earth, as if the storm of the night before had never happened.
In the morning, not long after breakfast, Aunt Zhou hurried in to report, "Mr. Xiao, the police are here."
Xiao Yebai ordered in a soft voice, "Let them in."
"Xiaobai." Mo Weiyi stared at him, visibly nervous.
Considering how Xiaobai had beaten Song Quan last night, he wouldn't be in trouble, would he?
Xiao Yebai instructed, "When the police question you later, your only response should be 'yes'. Remember that."
"Huh?" Mo Weiyi was taken aback.
"Did you remember?" Xiao Yebai repeated.
"I remember." Mo Weiyi could only nod in agreement.
Soon, Aunt Zhou led a few police officers in.
The leading officer looked like he was in his forties; a few subordinates flanked him, all of them dressed in serious police uniforms.
Except for one man who was dressed in plain clothes.
And he was quite handsome.
