The villa generally serves dinner at six o'clock.
Shen Ming left home at five-thirty, so naturally, he didn't eat there.
He arrived at Fuhui Community and knocked on the door. The one who opened it was Zhu Jun.
Zhu Jun had just gotten home a while ago, and Xu Xianglian had already told him about Shen Ming's visit earlier in the morning.
This man who got himself thrown into the police station for beating someone up to defend his sister—he had long wanted to meet him.
He immediately said, "Why don't we go out and find a place to chat over dinner?"
Shen Ming truly disliked Xu Xianglian but nodded in agreement.
The two entered the elevator together.
Through the elevator's mirror, Zhu Jun sized up Shen Ming. His tall figure, well-proportioned features, upright posture, and righteous demeanor hinted at intensity—judging by his thick eyebrows, his temper was probably rather fiery.
