With the car stopped, Han Zhifan glanced into the villa's courtyard through the car window.
It was late at night, so the people inside should be asleep by now. There were no other light sources on aside from the light by the gate.
Withdrawing his gaze, Han Zhifan wanted to step on the gas and leave, but the soles of his feet couldn't summon the strength no matter how hard he tried like he was being controlled. He struggled for a moment before finally giving up. Then he pulled out a cigarette from beside him, rolled down the car window, and started smoking.
On his third cigarette, he turned his head and looked back at the villa through the circling cloud of smoke.
He looked like he was immersed in thought as he pursed his lips while staring at the villa. Without blinking, he watched it for a long time. All of a sudden, he put out the cigarette and pushed the car door open. He got out and walked over to the courtyard.
