Until he returned to his shop, Square Porcelain, Fang Zheng still couldn't process what had just happened—Zhou Ping let him go so easily?
Could it be a trick of "play hard to get"?
"Don't leave Qu City for the time being; the Public Security Bureau may summon you at any time."
"Behave yourself!"
"..."
Zhou Ping naturally didn't know what he was thinking. With a gloomy face, he gave a few instructions and then drove away, obviously still having some resentment.
Watching the other party leave, Fang Zheng chuckled to himself:
"Who cares!"
No matter what, being able to get out is always a good thing.
He hadn't been able to truly close his eyes for several days, constantly tense to deal with questioning. He was already exhausted and now only wanted a good sleep.
He slept from daylight to night.
As the neon lights came on and night fell, the sound of rushing water echoed in the bathroom.
