Monday came again.
Today was also the court hearing for the Fugui Jewelry Store robbery case.
Looking at the big red lanterns hanging high on the street, Zhang Wei was filled with overwhelming emotions.
The New Year was coming.
"It's a pity, I've spent it alone every year, how many years has it been?"
Watching people on the street still rushing to work for the year-end sprint, a hint of vicissitudes that far exceeded his actual age flashed in Zhang Wei's eyes.
No matter in his past life or now, no matter if he was Zhang Qiansheng or Zhang Wei, he had always led a very solitary life.
Especially during the New Year season, a time that should be filled with family reunions, the loneliness felt even more intense.
Zhang Wei left Lin Mansion and just happened to encounter Zhao Qingyan, who had also gotten up early.
"Xiao Zhang, where are you off to so early?"
"Off to work, and you, Uncle Zhao, are you also heading to work?"
