Asher Fujimaru closed the door and glanced at him, sighing softly: "In such a cold weather, I saw that his body was frozen when he was outside, so he wouldn't ask me to just watch indifferently."
Jason was noncommittal and ignored the topic. He tapped his fingers twice on the steel plate of the safe, "What did you just say?"
His eyes slowly slid over Asher Fujimaru's face, like a searchlight, trying to reveal all of her in detail: "She looks so bad."
Asher Fujimaru must be tired. Mental fatigue will inevitably affect her body. Being on the verge of death twice in succession caused her nerves to continuously pull in her brain. . It was only after ten o'clock in the morning, but she looked as pale as if she had stayed up all night.
"Aubrey--that's the boy just now. He said that his father didn't come home after work. He should have disappeared, but that was a month ago." Asher Fujimaru rubbed his face and said, "He showed me the photo and I realized I had met his father."
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