After a long night, An Xiaoning almost overslept in the morning. Yet, Jin Qingyan had already left home early, leaving his spot on the bed cold and chilly.
It was already past 8 o'clock in the morning by the time she woke up.
Fan Shixin informed her that there was, again, a larger bunch of dead rats mailed to her, but this time, it was from a sender from overseas.
An Xiaoning was enraged by the atrocity of the culprit.
He or she was getting way out of hand.
Clad in a light gray turtleneck sweater beneath an all-black feathered coat, Jin Qingyan entered through the door with a bag in his hand. His nose had turned red as a Rudolph from the cold.
"We'll know everything once we find this person," said Jin Qingyan.
"Did you head out early in the morning just to find me this?" An Xiaoning asked softly in surprise.
