"Could you do me a favor, old friend?" the old lady said in a low voice.
"Go ahead," Mr. Huo said softly.
Clenching the hem of her cheongsam tightly, the old lady steadied her breath before speaking, "Help me look into whether anyone has recently taken Ji Shunuan's hair or blood for matching."
"They might not use her name; I have her hair and blood samples. You check for me if there's anything similar," the old lady said quietly.
After the call ended, the old lady seemed to have aged several years.
She turned her head to look outside the door, only to realize that, at some point, a torrential downpour had begun, blurring visibility so much that it was almost impossible to discern any direction.
Jincheng Suburbs.
The atmosphere was oppressive. Bo Jingcheng sat in the car, clutching his mobile phone, staring at the images on the surveillance feed with an incredibly grave expression in his dark eyes. Then he swiftly turned the car around, speeding off in another direction.
