She walked over, and Richard lazily looked at her, "Where have you been? Just got back."
"Do I need to report to you?" Faye tossed her bag to the side, "What are you doing here again? And your face... where did you get beaten up to look like that?"
"Don't worry about my face. But..." as he spoke, he threw the photo he was examining onto the table, "Since when did you become nostalgic, carrying the family picture from the past with you?"
Faye glanced indifferently, "That's not mine, a friend of mine got it from Walter Hansen."
"Walter Hansen?" Richard's laid-back posture suddenly straightened up, "You got this from Walter Hansen? Are you saying he's still alive?"
Faye was puzzled. Why was Richard so agitated?
"Should he be dead?"
Richard slammed the table hard. He didn't answer Faye's question, just asked her with a cold expression, quite unlike his usual self, "Where is he now?"
"Malaysia, I heard he's a wealthy businessman now."
