Another sleepless night.
The morning sunlight poured into the room, and Zhou Ning exhaled a breath.
After multiple attempts, he couldn't fall back asleep, let alone continue the dream he had. He thought for a moment and then grabbed the phone.
"Hello, He Shancun, are you working, or is it your day off?"
"I want to strangle you. Don't you know what time it is? I finally get a Saturday off, and you call me at seven in the morning. What do you want? How did I end up with a friend like you?"
"I think I need to see a psychologist."
There was a pause from He Shancun on the other end of the phone, followed by the creak of a bed.
"Tell me what's going on. How did things get to this point? Have you been hit by something? Or is there a case that you can't get out of your head?"
Zhou Ning opened his mouth but didn't know where to start.
