He blamed her for keeping things from him, but had he... ever genuinely cared about her?
Realization struck Han Jingnian, stiffening his back, and he froze within his car.
He seemed lost in thought, yet his mind felt blank. After what felt like an eternity, he pulled out his phone, scrolled through all his contacts, and finally settled on Han Zhijin, who knew Xia Wan'an well.
Without much hesitation, he dialed Han Zhijin's number.
Han Zhijin was currently out on a business trip, séjourning who-knows-where, partying up a storm. Faint traces of a DJ's voice could be heard when he answered the call.
"Uncle, what's up?"
Hesitating for a moment, Han Zhijin continued, "Uncle, I'm at a bar because a client requested to meet here, not because I wanted to."
Han Jingnian's lips curled at the corners, generously deciding not to burst Han Zhijin's bubble since he needed a favor, "Where does she usually like to hang out?"
