Twenty minutes earlier, Qin Ci had been leaning against the entryway, looking down at his phone as he waited for the footsteps that passed by at this time every day.
But today, those footsteps still hadn't come.
Qin Ci checked the time, unsure whether Xie Zhitan was walking home slowly or working overtime.
Or had someone... latched onto him?
A dark mood swept through Qin Ci at the thought.
He impatiently put away his phone and looked through the peephole.
The quiet corridor was empty.
Ding.
A message had arrived. Qin Ci opened it with a cold expression. It was that brat Lü Tianyi again.
The teenage brat was pestering him for some of his liquor. Qin Ci casually replied, "Get lost."
Almost two months had passed since the incident with Huo Bing.
The first time Huo Bing had staged an encounter to entangle him, Qin Ci had sensed something was off.
Thinking back later, Qin Ci realized that the strange familiarity he had sensed in Huo Bing came down to his surgically altered face, hairstyle, and clothing, all of which resembled Xie Zhitan's.
When Qin Ci discovered that Huo Bing was imitating Xie Zhitan, his first reaction was to feel offended.
Then came towering rage. Because of that copycat, Xie Zhitan had actually lost the job he loved.
Qin Ci had wanted to kill Huo Bing.
What hurt Qin Ci most, though, was Xie Zhitan's distrust and misunderstanding of him.
"Xie Zhitan's so smart, yet he couldn't see through that fucker's scheme."
Qin Ci stared at the single horizontal line on Xie Zhitan's WeChat page, his voice resentful.
Xie Zhitan had blocked him again.
After Xie Zhitan had grabbed him by the throat at the club that night, Qin Ci had had several erotic dreams in a row.
*Fuck,