Zhan Se startled and shoved his hand away, "Answer the phone."
"Make Fourth Master wait!"
Fondly kneading her soft face, the man reluctantly placed her on the sofa to sit properly before standing and straightening his waistband. Then he walked over to the telephone and casually picked it up.
"Speak."
It was exactly as he had guessed, the call was from Wu Qing who had gone out.
His voice was deep, very low, and quick.
"Boss, we were too late. That Teacher Wang... died in his dormitory!"
What? Dead...
Clang!
Zhan Se's heart shattered.
She had been very spirited about this matter, and now, just as they finally found a clue related to the Foreign Spy Organization, before the time was even ripe, Teacher Wang had kicked the bucket. Just like that, they had missed another chance to have evidence against the mole, and she found it particularly unsettling.
What did that feel like?
It was like a person who, starving, finally found some food, only to discover it had all gone moldy.
