Hearing this voice, Scarlett knew that Ryan was drunk. She raised her eyebrows, hung up the phone, and drove back to her apartment.
The city was clear at late night.
Sure enough, at the door of her apartment, Ryan was hiding there, staring straight at her, with several wine bottles beside him.
"You're finally back." He smelled strongly of alcohol, but his eyes were even brighter. When he looked at her, it was as if she was the only one left in the whole world.
"Tell me." He stood up unsteadily, leaning against the door. "Was it you? Did you push my mother down the stairs?"
His tone was calm, but it revealed a kind of despair.
"Don't you think it's ridiculous to ask this question now? You've never believed me." Scarlett gave a self-deprecating laugh. "Even if I said I didn't push
