She turned to look at the screen and saw Mr. V's name in her email.
Did Mr. V think that she wasn't smart enough to solve the number code question he gave her last time, so he didn't want to talk to her anymore?
If that was really the case, then Mr. V was quite arrogant.
What did that string of numbers mean?
Should he ask the omnipotent Zuo Hancheng? Maybe he can have the answer
However, he had just said that he was going to the study room, so Anhao gave up on disturbing him. She lay on the bed and rested for a while. Then, she raised her hand to rub her waist. It had been so long, but the smell of the red oil on her body had not dissipated.
Just now, at the police station and the department store, there were people who occasionally looked at her feet. They probably thought that she had sprained her feet and applied ointment. Who would have thought that she had hurt her waist…
Anhao turned over with a pained expression.
