Jing was sitting in his penthouse, the city lights twinkling below him as he stared into the night. The glass of wine in his hand felt heavier than usual, and his mind drifted back to the hospital room where he had left Ling Buyi. The anger still simmered inside him, but for now, he needed answers. Real answers.
His phone buzzed on the table, pulling him out of his thoughts. It was the investigator. The man's voice was clipped, professional, as he told Xu Jing that the information on Yuan Fei had been uncovered. "I've sent the full report to your email," the investigator said. "You'll want to sit down for this. There's a lot you didn't expect."
Xu Jing ended the call, his hand hovering over his phone. For a moment, he hesitated. What was he about to find out? He took a deep breath, set his glass down, and opened the email on his laptop.
