The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the sprawling grounds of the Jiang villa, its golden light glinting off the polished marble pathways. Inside, Feng Ruoxi sat in her study, her sharp eyes scanning the map of connections and data that Xiao Zheng had sent her earlier. The diagram, projected onto a sleek tablet, was a tangled web of names, companies, and events—each line connecting another shadowy piece of the puzzle she was determined to solve.
The knock at the door came softly but with purpose. Ruoxi looked up, already knowing who it would be. "Come in," she said, her voice calm yet tinged with the cold authority she wielded effortlessly.
Xiao Zheng, dressed in a casual hoodie and jeans, entered the room, carrying a slim laptop tucked under his arm. His eyes, sharp and intelligent, flickered briefly to the map she was studying before meeting hers.
