He raised the car window back up and played a song he liked.
By the time he got home, He Qianhui had already started bustling around in the kitchen.
"You're back so early today, tired?" Zhang Hao asked.
"Not tired, there hasn't been much going on at work recently, but there's something I need to tell you."
Seeing He Qianhui become serious all of a sudden, Zhang Hao also put away his smile, "What's wrong?"
"This afternoon, I received a strange phone call. It was from a woman, asking if I knew Liu Gang."
"I gave a vague answer at the time. You don't think that woman could be..."
Thinking that He Qianhui had encountered some trouble, Zhang Hao waved his hands in dismissal.
"Don't worry, she's just a street worker, my cousin played with her and then ran off without paying."
He Qianhui was astonished at these words.
Although no one knew Liu Gang's whereabouts, it was clear to everyone.
He must have gone to a place where no one knew him.
