Thirty minutes later, the wound was stitched up, Vice Officer Li had cleaned up the blood in the room, changed the sheets, and put everything back in its place before finally pulling open the curtains and windows.
The crisp cold breeze outside blew in, swiftly dispersing the smell of blood in the room. The pristine moonlight shone through, casting a warm glow.
A thin notebook lay on the desk. Huai Fu Yueming sat in his chair and initiated a video call, which was unhurriedly accepted after two minutes.
On the other side appeared Zhou Jin's fair, refined face. He was wrapped in a black robe with the belt loosely tied around his waist, and without his glasses, his eyes looked even more cold and merciless. With a displeased glance at Huai Fu Yueming, he spoke, "Do you know what time it is?"
"I don't," Huai Fu Yueming responded with three words.
"..." Zhou Jin gave him a blank look.
