"Aunt Meng, I've brought you some food."
Jiang Chen, carrying a lunch box, returned to the hospital.
"What about Ye Tingxuan?"
"I had a meal with him; he said he was going to see a friend."
For someone like Ye Tingxuan, connections could be found anywhere in the world.
Then, Jiang Chen asked, "Where's Qian Qian?"
"She's with Qu Lei."
Jiang Chen nodded.
Although the Huainan police surely would have already questioned all related personnel, a true detective, of course, needed to be more professional. Perhaps they could find something that had been overlooked.
"Becoming friends with Ye Tingxuan is not an easy feat."
Meng Meiling looked at Jiang Chen with an ambiguous tone.
"It was just a coincidence."
Jiang Chen was deliberately vague.
No matter how powerful the other party was, after all, she was a woman.
The name Pei Yunxi was definitely not popular here.
"Aunt Meng, let's eat."
