C71 She Was Framed

Jiahui and Moer sat in the café, talking until almost eleven at night. When they finally left, both wore expressions of worry, as if something was unresolved. Moer waved in the direction Jiahui had gone, and once Jiahui's car disappeared, she called her assistant to pick her up from the café.

As the night deepened, Moer sat in the car