Before today, Zhou Ning had thought up many scenarios where he would encounter the man with the scarred eye again, either in the interrogation room or on the autopsy table, but he had never imagined this.
One day, the man would just appear before his eyes, so openly and unabashedly.
Moreover, this man had become a distinguished guest of the Xia family.
Zhou Ning felt icy all over, unable to control his hands and feet, inexplicably suffocating, even feeling the chill from his dreams at the soles of his feet.
At that moment, someone nudged his arm, and Zhou Ning snapped out of his daze.
Xia Momo was looking at him with concern, her hand on his forehead.
"I told you, you shouldn't have let them force drinks on you."
Zhou Ning subtly dodged Xia Momo's hand. Xia Momo thought he was just shy and didn't pay much mind, as Mrs. Xia continued with her polite conversation.
"Momo, why are you spacing out? Hurry up and invite your friend inside."
