Things seemed to become more and more thorny. By three o'clock in the afternoon, even the Manhattan police had come, and the authorities from Denmark had been persistently pressuring him to turn over the murderer.
In the small room in the basement, Xia Yanxin had slept until the afternoon. She had been waiting, recalling what Long Yutian had said. Should she trust him this once, giving him both her body and mind? The man might be a bit lecherous, but basically, he was also a reliable man. At the very least, he had never deceived her and had several times solved her urgent problems.
After all, given such intimate contact, she should trust him, but why hadn't he come?
This time, if only he were willing to let her go, she definitely would spend more time with her mom and not go anywhere else. The year was almost over, and tomorrow should mark a new beginning.
