Xiao Ming remembered the Santana he passed by before entering the garage, the woman driving it who felt so familiar, wasn't that Ding Jianwei?
He went to the study, closed the door, and dialed Ding Jianwei's phone, which rang several times before it was picked up.
"This call came much later than I expected," she said, "Did you have a big fight with your wife?"
Ding Jianwei's words were carried along with the sound of her lighter flicking, her tone indifferent.
"Where are you at? Still driving?" Xiao Ming asked.
"The highway entrance, just stopped here waiting for your questions."
This woman, indeed, was unlike everyone else.
"What position do I have to question you?" Xiao Ming said with a bitter smile, "It's just, why did you have to sneak this trip behind my back?"
"If I hadn't, would you have let me come?"
"No. The mistake was mine, the responsibility is on me, I should bear all the consequences."
"Your sense of male chauvinism is quite strong."
