It was almost the Spring Festival, and snow lay piled along the streets. Today was warmer than yesterday, and some of the ice and snow on the streets had melted, leaving the entire road wet and slippery.
Inside the car, Wen Yanyu looked at the messages on his phone from four in the morning, rubbing and squeezing his ears several times.
[Jiang Wanrou: Baby, Auntie saw that your IP address was in Xia Country. Are you back?]
[Jiang Wanrou: Baby, would it be convenient for you to come over to Auntie's house? Auntie wants to talk to you about a few things. If you're busy, would it be convenient to let m-Auntie come over to your place?]
Wen Yanyu kept tapping the voice messages, having lost count of how many times he had played them. In the recordings, the woman's voice strove desperately for composure but could never quite steady itself.
The car slowly stopped at the entrance to the residential complex.
The familiar name of the complex outside the window came into view.
Here.
Wen Yanyu turned to look at the two men, one in the driver's seat and the other beside him, his gaze seeking help.
Fu Zhiyan reached out and took his hand. The icy touch happened to ease the discomfort that nervousness had brought over Wen Yanyu.
"We'll wait here for you," Fu Hanchuan said in a low voice.
Wen Yanyu nodded, pushed the door open, and got out.
He walked a little too quickly, stumbling two steps just after getting out. He glanced back at the two men inside the car before continuing toward the complex.
As soon as Wen Yanyu disappeared from view-
"How much time do you have left?" Fu Hanchuan glanced back out of the corner of his eye, his gaze sweeping