"I…" Zhong Yun began to wheeze, his chapped lips parting as he struggled to gasp for air. His already horrible complexion turned even more ashen as though he was reliving a horrifying memory. "I… I ran away…"
On that fateful day, the Goddess of Luck seemed to favor Zhong Yun.
Not long after Qin Zhen left, Zhong Yun had received a high-paying client who sought his services, so he returned to his own apartment to catch up on some work. He'd expected Qin Zhen to give him a call as soon as the man was done with his business, yet strangely, even after the sun dipped below the horizon, his phone was still devoid of the special ringtone he had set only for the man.
Had the meeting gone so badly that Qin Zhen couldn't even bring himself to call?
