By the time Gu Chupei woke up, it was already the morning of the third day.
He had drunk so much that he had passed out at home.
He tightly clutched the only piece of clothing Lan Xiangxian had left behind, and the sheets were a complete mess.
There was a work message from Pei Hanmo on his phone.
[Xiaodeng: Come pick me up at the Public Security Bureau in a bit. There's a job I need you to do tonight.]
Nighttime jobs generally weren't anything legitimate.
They were nothing more than killing people and the like.
But he had to investigate the target's background to avoid being discovered.
Above that was a voice message he had sent Pei Hanmo, but he no longer remembered what he had said.
The hangover left his head aching unbearably. He held his head as he got out of bed.
Yet he refused to put Lan Xiangxian's clothes aside.
They still carried a faint trace of Lan Xiangxian's pheromones, though the scent had grown even fainter over the past two days.
He supported himself against the wall and walked onto the balcony. For some unknown reason, the flowers there had withered completely.
[Xiao Xi: Still not awake? Sleeping like the dead?]
His phone chimed with a message from Xi Qingyan. He looked at it and replied.
[Gu Chupei: I'm awake.]
Beyond that, he didn't know what to say.
News also came from the hospital: Lan Xiangxian's mother had been transferred to another hospital.
Chu Xinghui was the one who had arranged the transfer.
He had no power whatsoever to influence Chu Xinghui.
He picked up his phone and replied to Pei Hanmo.
[Gu Chupei: Okay.]
Now he had to go to work, so he could forget all of this.
[The person Gu Chupei