"Then I'll pack up and head over now," Nan Zhifeng said with sadness. "I've been feeling distressed these past few days, just staying in my room. Apart from worrying, there's nothing I can do. It's better to come and see you, to talk with you."
"Yes, come quickly, I'm waiting for you," Meng Wanting responded eagerly. "I have a separate villa. It's apart from my father and brother's. I'll have someone meet you at the door, so you don't have to worry about bumping into my father."
"Okay."
Nan Zhifeng hung up the phone, freshened up, changed her clothes, and left the house.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, she only brought Ahu with her.
On the way, Ahu asked, "Miss, hasn't Miss Meng already told you everything about the situation? If you go to see her now, you won't find any new evidence, will you?"
