"Little Miss…" He Lin blurted out. Immediately realizing that he had said the wrong thing, he instinctively raised his head to peek at the change in Ji Lingfeng's expression.
Ji Lingfeng did not seem to have heard. His face was emotionless.
He Lin seemed to understand something. His eyelids twitched as he quickly lowered his head and continued, "Miss Qiao has been staying in the research institute for the past few days. She leaves home early and returns late. I don't know what she's doing. She seems to be looking for information."
The First Research Institute was Feng Yu's territory.
Feng Yu hated it when others stretched their hands too far.
The various large factions of the independent continent were afraid of him, so they restrained themselves in this aspect over the years. Everyone's eyes and ears in the First Research Institute were limited.
