The oppressed Xing Wan finally managed to see her grandmother, Mrs. Xing, who lately had been in poor health and needed rest.
As she looked at her grandmother's red-rimmed eyes, Mrs. Xing sighed deeply and didn't say anything. She simply waved her hand, signaling to send Xing Wan away. Naturally, Xing Wan didn't get the answers she yearned for.
What was she to do?
At that moment, she felt as if in the vast Xing Family, she was nothing more than an outsider.
With no other choice, she shamelessly sought out her husband in name, Yi Shaotian, whom she hadn't seen in days.
When she drove to the Anti-Terrorism Department of the city Public Security Bureau, she made it to Yi Shaotian's office without much obstruction. The door of the office was open, and he was standing by the window with his back to the door, silently smoking.
This was a habit of his.
Outside the window, there was nothing but the vast empty sky. He looked so engrossed, yet where his gaze truly focused, no one knew.
