Sophie in the Time of Secrets Chapter 35

The car left, and the exhaust sent out several smoke rings, rolling on the cement road and driving forward. Caleb Zhou waited until the car was far away from him, then he slowly squatted down. He didn't cry, and there was not even much confusion and worry on his face. He was just thinking, why didn't he feel anything in his heart, as if everything he had experienced some time ago was just a ridiculous play.

He took out a cigarette box from his pocket, but his hands were shaking, and he took out one cigarette after another, and he wasted four or five cigarettes before giving up and taking a puff. He stood up and walked forward aimlessly. When he came to his senses, he was already swaying on the rickshaw, and he didn't even know what he said to the driver.

Caleb Zhou frowned, and did not dare to ask. He just wanted to wait for an answer, to solve a mystery. The building came into view, it was the Yong Mansion. There was still a street away, and he called for a stop. He asked people to go back, not to Zhou's house, but to the apartment. The rickshaw driver was sweating, and he raised the price when he got off the rickshaw. After all, there were two places, one in the south and one in the north, and they had to travel a lot in vain. Caleb Zhou did not say much, but just randomly reached into his pocket, rummaged through it, took out all the loose banknotes, and stuffed them into the driver's hand.

When he took out the money, something fell down and lay on his feet, covered with dust, which was the most annoying thing for the man. The rickshaw driver had never seen such a generous customer, but he was an honest man and would not ask for more than he should. So he held the money, took a few bills, and returned the rest to the customer. But the customer squatted down to pick up the things and ignored him.

The driver looked down, thinking that the customer might have lost something valuable and was feeling distressed. He was so distressed that he could not even stand up, and just squatted there, his neck drooping, his shoulders slightly hunched, and a black glove tightly clasped in his hand. What a strange person, he looked quite rich, but he was so distressed over a glove. The driver curled his lips, left the money on the ground in front of the man, and drove away with the cart.