Chuzheng yawned as she stepped out of the elevator, but quickly swallowed it back down.
She checked the time.
Ten o'clock in the evening.
Good.
The Bastard was always refreshing her worldviews.
Who asks someone to squander money at this hour? It must be sick!!
People should be sleeping at this time!
Chuzheng stormed out of the hotel with fury, and just as she drove off, she saw Yan Yu standing alone outside the hotel.
He was in the shadows, his whole figure almost swallowed up by the Dark, exuding a sense of solitude for no reason.
What an opportunity!
Knock him out, take him away, and lock him up!
Chuzheng drove the car over, but Yan Yu didn't look up, continuing to stare at the ground.
"Coroner Yan."
Chuzheng called out, and only then did Yan Yu raise his eyes, casting a dark and probing glance at Chuzheng, full of scrutiny.
The Night Color was silent.
After a long pause, Yan Yu finally spoke, "Who are you?"
The night blurred his contours.
"Chuzheng."
