No longer feigning courtesy, Xing Liehuo went straight to the point, "Old Meng, any news about the person you guys were checking on?"
After hearing his words, Old Meng pondered for a moment before saying, "Everything looks normal, a clean background with no adverse information on record. The only issue is her disappearance from all contact for seven years, but given her current muddled state of mind..."
"So what?"
"Or to put it another way, even if there was an issue, she wouldn't be able to make any trouble now!"
"Is that so?" Xing Liehuo asked coldly, pausing before adding, "Keep investigating. The less we find, the more likely there's a problem."
This logic!
'Bang', he hung up the phone, his face darkening as he leaned back with arms across his chest in the leather chair of his office. His handsome and stern face was tinged with thoughts, and his domineering presence seemed unreachable.
This was exactly what Wei Liao admired about him and felt he lacked himself.
