On the day the big lump on Bai Congming's head finally went down, Li Hao came again.
Like a ghost that wouldn't leave.
That was Ding Ding's first thought when he saw him.
After five days at the police station, the man was a mess and smelled awful. The dust from that day was still on his clothes, and the bruises on his face were still purple, showing just how hard Ding Ding had hit him.
Bai Congming tried to rush out again, but Ding Ding stopped him and held him protectively in his arms.
"What do you want now?"
Li Hao's eyes were bloodshot, but he wasn't agitated, nor did he make any move to enter the company. He simply stood quietly outside the door.
He was carrying a box that looked like it held pastries.
"Mr. Ding," Li Hao forced a smile. "Can we talk?"
If they could settle this once and for all, Ding Ding didn't want to keep getting tangled up with him either. He nodded.
"Downstairs. The café."
"All right." Li Hao set the box of pastries by the door. When he looked up again, his gaze was indeed on Bai Congming. "I'm sorry I scared you that day."
Bai Congming froze for a moment. In his world, people ought to be forgiven if they apologized.
But this man was so bad. He had hit Brother Ding.
Bai Congming didn't really want to forgive him, so he wriggled out of Ding Ding's arms and, without acknowledging Li Hao, trotted into the office and hid himself away.
Ding Ding smiled, then went inside to tell him he was going out with Li Hao for a bit and not to worry.
"Don't fight." Bai Congming covered his face. "Little Bai... Little Bai won't look at him."
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