Zheng Sanpao waved his hand; he had calmed down and said to Ye Tian, "Really, it wasn't you?"
"Not me."
Zheng Sanpao sighed. He hadn't really thought it was Ye Tian, but when he left the police station, he felt stifled with vexation compounded by the recent frustrating days which made his temper flare even larger. Seeing Ye Tian just after being aggravated by Cheng Gong in the police station, his anger exploded, which is why he had confronted Ye Tian so doggedly.
Now that he had calmed down, he realized his own two sons must have run into trouble. All he could do now was to offer incense to the Bodhisattva at home, and then go donate a couple of door sills to the temple.
Seeing his previously fierce gaze suddenly soften, revealing exhaustion that deeply struck Ye Tian's heart, displayed a man's most vulnerable moment.
"Have a cigarette. No matter how big the problem is, we must approach it slowly; hurrying will only delay matters."
