In Zhou Jin'an's world of numbers, 3 was taboo.
Why?
Because at the age of three, he became an orphan with parents.
So, with all numbers related to 3, he maintained an attitude of avoidance.
Every Wednesday, the 3rd, 13th, 23rd, 30th, and 31st of each month, Zhou Jin'an would steer clear of making major decisions on these days.
The hint from An Jinrong made Zhou Jin'an very uncomfortable.
His memory brought him back to the age of three, the time he least wished to revisit.
1208 was just a string of ordinary numbers, but when linked to Zhou Jin'an's age of three, they became much easier to decode.
If he was willing to remember, that day was the day Mrs. Zhou was driven out of the Zhou family.
That day, he also became an orphan.
The scars hidden deep within his heart were suddenly torn open by An Jinrong.
It hurt, yet he kept it hidden.
"What are you trying to say?"
Zhou Jin'an slightly parted his cool lips.
In An Jinrong's hawk-like eyes flickered a chill light.
