At 7 p.m., In a high-end Western restaurant in Yuyang District of andu city.
Zhao Yu and Zhang Ling were sitting at a table by the window. Although there was a sumptuous spread on the table, the two of them were not in the mood to enjoy it. Their eyes were all looking at another table not far away.
"Look," Zhang Ling said,"the one in the blue suit is Wang Zhen! I've already sent someone to check his medical records, and his leg is really disabled. It's impossible for him to have committed the ghost king case personally!"
"Mm ..."
Zhao Yu took a closer look at the current chairman of the chuankai group. Although Wang Zhen was a middle-aged man in his forties and had a disability in his leg, he was handsome and had a good appearance.
Moreover, his every movement exuded an elegant aristocratic temperament. One look and one could tell that he was not an ordinary person.
