Ficks was hurriedly coming down from the third floor. When he saw Dong Zheng in the big mirror, he paused, and then acting as if nothing had happened, continued to walk downstairs. “Why are you here?” Ficks asked. Dong Zheng…
This servant looked to be in his thirties, with an upright face and a strong body. He stood respectfully behind Ferdinand. With the three of them standing together, if he hadn’t been distinguished by his clothes, he would seem more…
They were so busy chatting that before they knew it, it was already 12 o’clock. Dong Zheng guessed that it was almost time for Fix to come in and adjust the clock, so he asked Cui Zuojing to go back…
October 16th. After they had breakfast, Ficks suggested that they tidy up the yard together, and Dong Zheng agreed. Yesterday’s heart-to-heart wasn’t completely useless. At least the distance between them had narrowed significantly, and the sense of alienation was gone.…
“Just call me Mead.” His remarks really resonated with the auntie. She sighed. “Who said so? I actually want to move away.” Dong Zheng said, “Mr. Ferdinand’s child was the first case. I don’t know when the police will be…
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