Qiao Nian looked at him with her dark eyes. After a long time, she lowered her hand and said, "I understand. But I still have to investigate. She gave me my life. I have to give her an explanation."
Ye Wangchuan stopped talking. He already understood what Qiao Nian meant. "Then you can only follow this 'small fish' to the fish pond."
Qiao Nian shrugged. She had no objection.
She had already thought it through. If the reclusive families were related to her mother's death, not only would she have to find the 'fish pond' through Yu Qingliu, but she would probably blow up this old fish pond!
Her cell phone lit up on the table.
She received a message from an unknown number.
[Qiao Nian, shall we meet? Let's meet at the Western cafeteria across the road from the research institute at three in the afternoon. I'll book a private room and wait for you.]
She was about to pick up her phone to see who it was from.
