"The disability home... so many years have passed, I can't remember that much. I only worked there for a few months before being transferred away."
Ge Shuming lowered his eyes, withdrawing his hand from the table.
A panic seemed to descend.
Despite trying his best to control his emotions.
Fu Chi narrowed his eyes slightly, "When exactly did you work there?"
"I... I can't remember..."
Ge Shuming's breathing intensified.
"Do you think I can't find out?" His voice icy cold like a wintry frost.
Ge Shuming shuddered, the handcuffs on his hands clinking sharply.
"Over ten years ago."
"Specifically."
"Sixteen years ago..."
"Which month?"
"How should I remember... why are you asking this, Mr. Fu?" Cold sweat dampened Ge Shuming's forehead, his gaze avoiding Fu Chi's.
This young man's gaze was so sharp, it made him feel like his entire being was being peeled open, layer by layer.
"Which month."
