Han Jingnian didn't speak, he sat straightly on the couch, staring intently at Han Zhijin's mobile phone.
Completely immersed in the game, Han Zhijin didn't feel the impending doom. He even continued to play recklessly, "Wan'an, hide here and don't move, wait a sec, three, two, one, see? Little Luban is here, come on hit..."
Before Han Zhijin could finish his sentence, Han Jingnian's cold voice came again, "Han Zhijin, where were you last Wednesday at three in the afternoon?"
"At the office..." Han Zhijin replied before poking the screen to continue his conversation, "How about that? Wan'an, are you happy? I got another kill for you..."
Xia Wan'an opened her mouth about to reply to Han Zhijin, when Han Jingnian, who was sitting next to her, carelessly interjected, "Oh, really? When I was on the phone with Manager Chen from WY today, he said he seemed to have seen you at the South Suburb golf course at three o'clock last Wednesday afternoon…"
