The hour hand was pointing at twelve. Ye Zhifan had smoked half a pack of cigarettes. His gaze landed on the phone on the coffee table. He extinguished his cigarette in the glass ashtray and picked up his phone.
He wasn't the only one who wanted to kill Ye Jian. There was another person who had a grudge with Ye Jian's family — Sun Yaozu.
The night was flowing and the street lamps were flickering with colorful lights. They shone on the tired faces of the people going home and their hurried footsteps. Some people stumbled out of the bar and drank all the way. Their actions outlined a corner of the city life.
At this moment, Ye Jian had already fallen asleep. She wasn't in a deep sleep. She would frown from time to time, revealing a hint of sorrow. A tear slowly flowed out from the corner of her eye and disappeared as she turned over.
When dawn broke, Xia Jinyuan drove out of the hotel. Ye Jian and Principal Chen were sitting in the back row of the car.
