However, investigating is always better than sitting around waiting to die. As long as we find a single clue, we can follow the trail and there will always be a harvest.
Just as An Yiqing predicted, an hour later, Zhang Yuksheng returned to the police station with his head hung in disappointment.
"Miss, some of those license plates are fake, and some are stolen; we couldn't find any clues." Zhang Yuksheng gulped down a big glass of water, dejectedly said.
Seeing her capable assistant's disappointed face, An Yiqing smiled gently, consoling, "Don't worry, this result is better than I expected."
"Huh? Miss, what do you mean?" Zhang Yuksheng asked, puzzled.
