"Xia Luobing!" The man stretched out his hand and stopped in midair. The expression on his face in the night was invisible.

On a late autumn night, the sky was high and there were few stars. The man in the black trench coat stood at the corner of the street, his back straight and his eyes cold, as if he wanted to stand like a statue.

When Xia Luobing arrived home, Xia Yan had already brought Wang Xiaoman and her daughter back first. Now, they were all sitting in the ...