Half an hour later, Fan Jian's car arrived at the third-ring apartment where Gu Nianzhi lived.
Huo Shaoheng got out of the car. His expression was the same as ever as he walked slowly into the elevator.
When he reached Gu Nianzhi's floor, Xiao Ye was standing guard at the door, waiting for him.
Huo Shaoheng raised his hand. "You can leave."
"Yes, Chief," Xiao Ye nodded hurriedly and walked quickly to the elevator.
When the elevator door closed, she saw that Huo Shaoheng had already pushed the door open and entered the room.
…
Gu Nianzhi was sitting in front of her desk, her hands typing quickly on the keyboard of her laptop.
Her fingers were beautifully slender and long. Her knuckles were round and supple, and they were as gentle as if they were boneless.
Nonetheless, she exerted a good amount of force when she was typing.
