"Detective, is everything okay?"
Xiajun startled and looked up at Miss Rong as she matched his stare, though her expression was worried. What had gone wrong? Was he wrong to suspect her? He looked at Junjie in turn, whose eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, though Xiajun did not know how long it would be till he blasted like a timed bomb. He could already see a nerve popping on Junjie's forehead.
"I. . ." he started to say, glancing down at the phone in his hand. "I just- I'm sorry-" Before he could say anything else, Junjie's bomb finally timed out.
"Do you think our lives are a f*cking joke?" he growled angrily, causing Xiajun to take a step back. "You come and go as you please, like our house is a hotel. Even have my wife wrapped up around your f*cking finger!" At this retort, Miss Rong's face turned red and she turned away, embarrassed.
Xiajun scoffed, his eyes wide in disbelief. Not at Miss Rong, but at Junjie.