In the evening, Captain Tang reported little progress in the investigation. There were too many people named Zhang Wei who were twenty-eight this year. In Jiangling City alone, there were thousands who fit the criteria and had to be carefully screened.

After dinner, we visited Lotus Pond Park. On the night before the Mid-Autumn Festival, there were many visitors in the park. By the road were vendors offering their wares. I heard there would be a large-scale 3D fountain show tonight–Chang’e Flies To The Moon.

Bingxin eagerly bought a bunch of snacks while we strolled the park. "I really envy you,” sighed Xiaotao. “You can eat all you want, yet you won’t gain any weight. Everything I eat goes to my breasts and butt."

“Hmph, all you do is show off!” Bingxin...