"Couldn't you find something else on that person who turned himself in?" The coldness in Ji Ziming's eyes gradually reappeared as the chilliness in his voice made the person on the other end sweat profusely.
"That person doesn't have a bad rap, much less a DUI record."
"Continue investigating, then; I refuse to believe that you can't find anything!"
"Yes, boss!"
He hung up the call. The cold breeze kept reminding him the season was about to change. Two months ago, the leaves of the hundred-year-old Chinese parasol tree in the hospital's courtyard were very green, yet they started turning yellow now.
"Daddy, mommy's calling for you." He felt someone tugging at his pants and lowered his head to find his daughter peering at him. "Let's go. Mommy's calling you."
"Sure." He Ji Ziming held her hand as they entered the ward.
"Has the person been caught?" Pei Ge, who was lying on the bed, asked the man, whose face was icy cold, upon his entry.
