She suddenly dreaded what would come next.
"Why did you track him down and not hand him over to the police?"
"At first, I just wanted to hand him over to the police," he stated calmly. "But then I realized it would be too easy."
Qian Meng looked at him with concern. "What did you do?" she demanded.
"I found out everything I possibly could about him."
"And?" she prompted. "What did you find?"
"He works are a local motorcycle shop. Or he was. The shop was owned by an older man. They had four locations. The guy was in jail before and got a job there and swiftly went up to being a manager. He was set to buy the shops over once the owner retired."
Qian Meng's heart constricted in her chest. She didn't want to know anything about this man. She wanted him behind the bars. She was fighting hard to leave that experience in the past. And now Mo Qingchen was taking matters into his own hands.
"What did you do?" she repeated.
