Clad in a casual trench coat and sunglasses, he leant with his back against the wall, standing in the shadows for a long time.
I recognized him at first glance, it was Ding Yinuo.
Had he stayed here since he dropped me off?
Or did he come back to pick me up after handling his affairs?
I walked briskly towards him.
He pulled me into the car.
At that time, he seemed extraordinarily silent, not uttering a word.
He didn't ask about my negotiations with Gu Yuanzhou, nor did he ask about my plan moving forward.
Instead, he drove in silence.
He drove all the way to the old house of the Ding family and then finally took the sunglasses off his face.
Only then did I notice a layer of shadow cast across his face, a stark contrast to the joyous demeanor he wore in the morning.
"Yinuo, what happened?"
He pressed his finger to his brow, his voice slightly hoarse,
"Disaster struck!"
"What do you mean?"
He handed me his cell phone.
