Ye Wangchuan immediately picked up the phone and heard the male voice on the other end say nervously, "Young Master Ye, we've checked. There was a car accident on Chang'an Road 20 minutes ago caused by a large truck going in the opposite direction. A taxi passenger was injured. The name on the information registration is exactly the same as the name of the person you asked us to check. Her name is Qiao Nian."
Ye Wangchuan's fingers curled around the phone. His eyes were cold and his voice was low. "Say it again."
"Huh?"
The man on the other side did not respond for a moment.
"Young Master Ye, what do you want me to say again?"
Ye Wangchuan's eyes were extremely dark, and his thin lips were almost bloodless. He said in a low voice, "What's the name of the injured person?"
