Qiao Nian felt a little frustrated. She couldn't explain why, but she did feel a little frustrated. Pursing her lips, she glanced at him and silently increased the speed of the hairdryer.
Ye Wangchuan felt a hot wind blow through his hair. He knew that he had provoked someone. He raised his hand and touched the bridge of his nose. The smile on his lips seemed to be unable to be put down as he said in a low voice, "I found something this time."
Qiao Nian realized that she had not been saying anything and casually asked, "What is it?"
"The plane's black box."
Ye Wangchuan's eyes were cold as he asked in a low voice, "Haven't you been investigating your mother?"
Qiao Nian stopped drying his hair. "How did you know?"
