On the other end of the phone, Vice Officer Li heard Mi Yao's words crystal clear. His face stiffened, and then he turned his head to look at Feng Yueming not far away.
Feng Yueming lay on the bed, his two long legs lazily crossed over one another. Pulling an all-nighter had filled the rims of his eyes with blood, and a circle of stubble had emerged on his resolute jaw, which he hadn't taken the time to shave. He exuded the bloodthirsty aura of a battlefield.
His eardrums felt a bit itchy as he heard the woman's voice; it had been a long time since he'd heard it last. Her voice was still as pleasing as before, soft and warm, like the chirping of an oriole.
Feng Yueming's lips curled into a smile that was barely there, his chuckle indistinct, though it wasn't clear who he was laughing at.
He smoothed his handsome brows and rolled his throat.
