Her sudden approach warmed Fang Yao's heart. He followed Yin Xun's finger and saw the name—Mi Jin.
"I know this person. I just forgot his name. You're indeed reliable. You even marked his information." Yin Xun's tone was a little excited. "But do you know where he lives?"
Hearing Yin Xun asking about a man's residence, Fang Yao's heart, which had just warmed up, felt like it had been splashed with a bucket of cold water. Yin Xun had never shown so much excitement for him. For some reason, he felt a little sour at this moment.
"I don't know, but I can check if you need it," Fang Yao said coolly.
"Alright, thank you, Fang Yao. I'll repay you after I pull him over!"
"But…" Yin Xun asked doubtfully, "This is not a small matter. Why couldn't I find it online? I didn't want to trouble you, but I couldn't find this information after searching for a long time."
