After leaving Gu Mantang's house, Lin Fan sat in the passenger seat.
He had drunk some alcohol and was looking at the neon-filled skyscrapers.
The conversation just now had overturned all his understanding again.
"Are you okay?"
Feng Xiaoxiao looked curiously at Lin Fan, who had remained silent, and asked with some concern.
"I'm just thinking about some things."
Lin Fan lit a cigarette and took a deep puff: "Back then, my grandfather said he'd give me a year to stabilize the chaos in Red Flag County. I was originally a bit dismissive because a year's time seemed very long to me. But now it seems that there are many things hidden here that I don't know about. I'm starting to doubt whether one year will be enough."
