What's it to you?

  Listening to all these names, I really can't equate the Xu Jianglun that people describe with the Gao Chenglei standing next to me. A question has been turning in my mind all along: how is this possible?

  He is clearly the landlord's son, and was even expelled from a foreign university for being incompetent. How could he possibly be that D-Group leopard? Yet not long ago, I personally witnessed his ingenious thinking and logical reasoning, which left all the police chiefs in awe. Especially since he studied in the UK, and that "Michelle" case also happened in the UK - is this just a coincidence?

  "Are you too fond of staying in the elevator and reluctant to press?" As soon as the voice fell, my hand pressing on the numerical key was covered by a white palm. The "ding" sound rang out, and the elevator began to rise. Just as the floor was about to arrive, I couldn't help but ask: "Gao Cheng, what was it that got you expelled from school in Britain?"

  But he had his eyes on... uh, forgot to withdraw my hand, and his palm was still covering the back of my hand. I quickly pulled it out from under his palm, only to hear him ask, "Aren't a painter's fingers supposed to be very slender?"

  "What's it to you?" I growled in a low tone.

  Gao Cheng raised an eyebrow, "What's it to you?"

  He paused for a moment, then realized he was responding to my previous question. He didn't want to answer, so he deliberately made fun of my fingers not being slender enough. Not wanting him to divert the topic like this, I went straight to the point: "Someone just told me something about Decryptioah, an organization that doesn't belong to any police department, wandering between countries, led by a person with the codename 'Cheetah', who is the head of this organization."

  As I finished my last word, the elevator arrived at our floor just in time. But I quickly pressed the "door close" button and we were stuck inside again. My speech was very slow earlier, my eyes fixed on Gao Cheng's face, trying to guess something from his expression. However, he leaned against the wall with a dull look, without even raising an eyebrow.

  I had no choice but to ask directly: "Are you the one codenamed 'Cheetah'?"

  He finally raised his eyes, and the starry pupils seemed to be without a thread, but gave people a sense of urgency. He took another step closer to me, pulled down my hand that was pressing the door close button, and in the moment the door opened, he whispered a sentence, didn't hear clearly before being dragged out of the elevator, walked quickly for several steps, stopped and turned around, "Open the door, very hungry and very sleepy."

  Turning his gaze sideways, he remained silent for a moment before speaking up to remind: "This is your home, I don't have the key."

  He seemed to have just reacted, dragging me again to the door of my house, waited for a moment without seeing any movement, urging: "Hurry up and open the door." I said: "You haven't answered my question yet." His response was very arrogant: "Before I'm full, I don't have the energy to speak."

  So I spent 15 minutes bringing the cooked dumplings to the table, watching patiently as he put one after another into his mouth. When his bowl was empty, I finally spoke up: "Are you full now?" But he just stood up and threw out a sentence: "The dumplings are overcooked, not good to eat." And then he headed for the door.

  I was furious and chased after him, "Gao Cheng, if you don't answer my question I'll..." He lowered his eyelids and glared at me, gritting his teeth without thinking and threatening: "I'll call your mom!"

  "Oh, tell me the result after you're done."

  Left a cool back for me, followed by opening and closing doors with a bang, the action was done in one breath!