Heizi, who was being closely monitored by several factions, was still working overtime. A few days ago, a heinous murder occurred in Yongguang District. Despite extensive investigations, no new progress had been made in the case. He hadn't been home for three days straight.
If it weren't for that child, Zhou Zhi, calling him on the landline at home, Heizi might have completely forgotten about him.
"Uncle! When are you coming home?" Zhou Zhi hesitated for a long time before making the call. Ever since he came to C City, Uncle Heizi had arranged for him to stay in his two-bedroom apartment.
But it had been several days, and Heizi still hadn't returned. There was only a carton of yogurt left in the fridge, and even the instant noodles in the kitchen were down to the last package.
If his leg wasn't in a cast making it hard to move around, he would have gone out for some fresh air long ago.
