She clicked on one of the messages, which was from a private detective, saying that the investigation she had commissioned had been completed.
Another message was from Su Haolan, who had texted her to make time for a meal, to apologize on behalf of his cousin.
Shen Wanxing saw the content of his message and a faint, mocking smile curled at the corners of her mouth. She directly swiped to delete the message, then tossed the phone aside.
She felt an inexplicable heat rising in her heart, causing insomnia.
The man in the room separated by a wall wasn't faring much better. He Xizhou had returned late at night without waking anyone. His face expressionless, he was reviewing documents at his desk, a large cup of ice water beside him. He merely attributed his sleeplessness to the recent pressure and never suspected there was anything amiss with the gastrodia elata fish head soup.
After all, the soup was meant to nourish and calm the spirit, to treat neurasthenia.
