Half an hour later.
The Bentley stopped in front of a detached villa in an upscale neighborhood.
As soon as the car stopped, a middle-aged man in his mid-thirties, looking visibly anxious, ran up and respectfully opened the right rear car door.
Wang Guodong pushed open the car door and stepped out, introducing, "Zhao Xing, this is Mr. Chen."
With a reserved expression, Zhao Xing greeted him, "Mr. Chen, hello, thank you for agreeing to help save my wife's life."
Chen Nan's gaze settled on Zhao Xing, carefully scrutinizing his features.
Zhao Xing's complexion was dull, with a faint bluish-black aura around his eyes, and his brows faintly exuded an ominous air.
Chen Nan slightly narrowed his eyes, having made some deductions in his mind, and spoke slowly, "Mr. Zhao, did you assist in relocating your ancestor's grave three days ago?"
