When she walked out from Yueying, the sky outside had darkened and the rows of streetlights had lit up. The city was ablaze with glorious lights.
Xi Xiaye swiftly got into the car and drove away.
Ah Mo, who was not too far away behind her, signaled the bodyguard in a black suit beside him. Immediately, the bodyguard drove after her while Ah Mo remained seated in another car as he fixed his gaze on the entrance of Yueying.
At this moment, his phone suddenly began ringing, so Ah Mo quickly answered it.
"Bro Mo, it's me. Someone anonymously sent something to us Time Magazine through email. I'm afraid the other magazine publishers have received them too. It's about Shen Wenna and Xi Mushan all these years..."
Ah Mo already understood what his last sentence meant.
"Can you find out who sent it?" asked Ah Mo calmly.
"I've checked the IP. It's from abroad, so I think it's quite odd."
