Xi Mingzhou drove away in extreme reluctance, his eyes bloodshot, clearly stifled by the words he hadn't managed to say. He sped all the way home, ignoring red lights.
On the way, he received a long-overdue call. It was from Zhou Qilan, far away in the UK. He took several deep breaths to steady himself before answering. Even so, his tone was far from pleasant.
"What is it?"
Chapter 35