That watch...
Qiao Nanchu took a few careful looks, then laughed, "Brother Zhi." No joking now, seriously, "You should stop drawing in the future."
The soulful artist Jiang Zhi: "..."
Outside, the clouds dispersed, and the sun emerged again; the weather was fickle and ever-changing.
After leaving the police station, Jiang Zhi walked a distance with Zhou Xufang before he asked her, "Do you remember anything about the deceased?"
Zhou Xufang nodded, "She asked me for help. I was in a hurry to find you, so I hid her in a closet."
That room was a gathering place for waiters, which should have been safe in theory.
