"Noah, are you there? I've got something to talk about."
Mo Yuan paused, pulling the last fingernail of Qi Ting. He glanced at Noah.
"I'll take care of it," saying that Noah left the room. He closed the door so that she couldn't hear anything.
Looking at Han Luo and raising an eyebrow. "Punk, what do you need?"
"Daddy said he remembered who the truck driver was. It was Qi Ting."
"Then, we have the confirmation. He can't escape jail and whoever he had associated with."
"Daddy also said that Qi Ting had a good relationship with youngest uncle."
"Han Cheng?" Noah frowned. "I've already contacted other inspectors. They notified me that there was nothing wrong with Han Cheng's activities. They have been tracking him for five years."
"Five years? Why did they resume the investigation after so long?"
