Clasping Su Hai's hand in a brotherly grip, he munched on peanuts and said, "Lil' bro, are you going back tomorrow?"
"Not going back!" On the chilly day, Su Hai held up a cup of warmed, aged Huadiao wine and slowly savored it. They were dining in a small county town restaurant, and as darkness fell early, theirs was the only table occupied. Su Hai sat facing the door, his mind preoccupied with the events that had occurred at the Qin family during the day.
Second Aunt Qin's gaze kept flashing through his mind, her slitted eyes slightly narrowed, appearing all the more dangerous.
"You're welcome to stay a few more days!"
"Thank you, you've all been through a lot of trouble this time," Su Hai raised his glass in a toast to the office director.
"By the way, how's the old leader's health?" The office director had kept Mr. Sheng in his thoughts all these years after Su Hai's departure.
