Lu Zihao, no, Nikolai turned his gaze away from the sleeping Long Jinjing and returned to his previous spot in front of the glass windows. His reflection was superimposed on the city's glittering night lights. His expression looked impassive as if he was truly enjoying the urban view outside. On the inside, however, he was busy having a frustrating argument with the remnant.
'I didn't lie,' he growled in his mind. 'I only recounted my conversation with your grandfather to Jinjing. It was the old man who assumed that I have selective amnesia and insisted on taking me to the hospital. I never expressly claimed that I have selective amnesia.'
'Che. You're such a cunning bastard. As expected of a mafia boss. Tsk. Poor Jinjing!'
'You're not allowed to call my woman by her first name. Call her Miss, you monkey!'
