Fu Xinwu muttered to himself. Ever since Yu Fengji had kept her here, Yu Fengji had been guarding against her; no matter how late he worked, he would return home every night. How come yesterday he was so busy working overtime that he didn't even come home?
Fu Xinwu looked around and, driven by curiosity, even pushed open Yu Fengji's room door and found it cold and empty inside.
He really didn't come home last night.
Looking at Yu Fengji's clean and tidy room, Fu Xinwu couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. She found that Yu Fengji was exactly like the rumors said - truly a man who dealt with criminals and murder cases every day.
The house was so spotless that it lacked any sense of life. Fu Xinwu still remembered when she first moved in here; if it hadn't been for the nice decor, she almost thought it was a guesthouse, the state-run kind.
"Seriously..." Fu Xinwu curled her lips, making a disgusted face.
