The dim light of the Jiang villa's study cast elongated shadows across the room, where Feng Ruoxi sat, her sharp eyes scanning an array of papers and photographs spread across the desk. The air was still, save for the occasional rustling of documents as Ruoxi moved them aside to examine the next piece of evidence. Her focus was unbroken, a testament to her relentless determination.
The subject of her scrutiny was personal: the fragmented history of her late mother, Pang Yuwei, a woman shrouded in mystery. For years, Ruoxi had pushed the unanswered questions about her mother's life and death to the back of her mind. But recent revelations—Xiao Zheng's findings, the anonymous threats, and the attacks on her family—had brought everything rushing back to the forefront.
The faint hum of her phone broke the silence. Ruoxi picked it up, seeing Xiao Zheng's name flashing on the screen.
"I've found something," Xiao Zheng said, his voice low but charged with urgency.
