Renping Kuniaki's phone was blown up.
Ozawa Ichiro's phone was blown up.
Hatanaka Zizi's phone was blown up...
Tonight, many people's phones were blown up.
Only Aoyama Xiu Xin was an exception; no one could reach him because he had turned off his phone early. While the outside world was in chaos, the instigator himself was sleeping soundly, holding Suzuki Junko's soft and fragrant body.
"Mr. Aoyama, wake up! Something big has happened!"
In the morning, Aoyama Xiu Xin was woken up by Suzuki Junko.
"What's wrong?" Aoyama Xiu Xin asked vaguely with a yawn, rubbing his sleepy eyes.
Suzuki Junko was so anxious she couldn't speak and just dragged him out of the bedroom, pointing at the TV to indicate he should watch.
The news was broadcasting the scene from last night at the front of the Police Headquarters, with a close-up of Tengji Yu's face.
"The Minister of Finance killed a senator, this world is really crazy," Suzuki Junko muttered to herself.
