Qiao Dongyang remained in place, grasping Zheng Xiyuan's shoulder. "You, come here, I have questions for you."
Zheng Xiyuan sat down. "Let's talk here, I can hear you."
Qiao Dongyang's eyes were dark, as if seeing through his emotions, unceremoniously hitting where it hurt the most, "Those hesitant words you were saying on the phone just now, you didn't finish, did you? Speak up! What else haven't you told me?"
"..."
Zheng Xiyuan didn't deny it.
The wind in the corridor was cool and faint, passing through the sleeves.
He slowly brought his hands up to cradle his head, and after a long time, he sighed deeply.
"I didn't know it would turn out like this."
Qiao Dongyang hitched up his trousers and sat down beside him. "Be clear."
"I need a cigarette." Zheng Xiyuan was restless and irritable, he stood up, looked around, and regardless of what Qiao Dongyang thought, he took out a cigarette and headed for the smoking area.
