Oliver Pei leaned on the sofa bored, fiddling with the remote control in his hand, but he couldn't find a program on TV that satisfied him.
He looked healthy, except for a bandage on his shoulder, but it was hidden under his sweater so it wasn't noticeable.
As soon as Oliver Pei let go of the remote control, it rolled onto the carpeted floor. He looked at the heavy snow outside the window and couldn't help but mutter to himself about Shen Zheng who was still at work.
Obviously he had almost recovered, but the other party kept forcing him not to go to work. After lying in bed for so many days, Oliver Pei felt that his bones were rusting.
Besides, it was almost dark, why hadn't this man gone home yet? Oliver Pei glanced at the wall clock. Did the police station have to work overtime on Valentine's Day?
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