"My hunch is that something fishy is going on in the basement. They might have stored the drugs there and provided the guests with those drugs in the parties."
Han Luo glanced at Mo Yuan worriedly.
"But we have no way to prove it, right?"
"We don't," he agreed. "That's the problem. If we could go to the party in disguise, that would be great."
"Hey guys, look what I found."
While going through the files on the boxes, Han Sheng Ming came across a document.
Tang Yujin was beside him. He took the file from him.
"It's the list of the employees who work under Uncle Han, little Luo's father," he declared. "It looks like information about the maids, the butler, and the cook is also here."
"What about the dead footman?" Mo Yuan inquired.
"Yes, here is it." Tang Yujin turned another page.
They checked the address.
"Wuhan. It's a bit far." Han Luo rubbed her chin.
