Huo Yanzhao took a deep breath and then chuckled hoarsely, "As usual, you have a way."
"She's staying in a small suburban town in Rong City." He Jingyao hooked his lips up slightly. "A woman, all on her own—if no one had helped her, she couldn't have hidden that deep."
Huo Yanzhao's lips curiously curled up coldly, "Exactly."
"So, what exactly is your relationship with this woman?" He Jingyao asked indifferently.
Huo Yanzhao remained silent.
…
Half an hour later.
When Huo Yanzhao pushed the door open, he immediately saw the slender figure in the corner.
His pupils slightly contracted as he walked in and forcefully closed the door.
The woman shuddered, finally lifting her head, her large eyes filled with panic.
"Huo… Director Huo…" she trembled as she stood up, her back pressed against the wall, her body slightly shivering.
"Sun Qiuran?" Huo Yanzhao spoke blandly, his tone utterly flat.
