The moment the sunlight pierced through the clouds, Yao Zheng lay on his back in bed, able to enjoy the magical moment of sunrise from this angle and at the same time catch a glimpse of Hengfei Mansion by simply turning his gaze. The office could be seen without lifting his head, which used to be a sort of interest to him. There was also a matching telescope by his bedside, but now he wasn't sure where he had disposed of it.
All night, after receiving Ji Weihua's call, Yao Zheng couldn't peacefully fall asleep. He had hatred and resentment in his heart, but neither were of any use; the facts were already set in stone.
A beam of light illuminated the dust in the room, exposing their true colors in the air. Yao Zheng didn't want to get up and lazily turned to his side.
Hua Qingyi was still in the City Committee Building, and for some unknown reason, he temporarily left the North District, leaving the case and not concerned about Yan Juanjuan's whereabouts.
