Hearing his assistant's words, hesitation flashed across An Luo's eyes.
Actually, someone had suggested something similar to mystic techniques to An Luo before, but he did not believe this.
However, now, An Lin's health was getting worse and worse. An Luo no longer had any scruples. He looked at his assistant. "Then investigate everything about this now and report to me tomorrow."
"Yes."
Because of an auction, everything seemed calm on the surface, but in fact, there were already undercurrents.
That night, Jun Shiling stood by the window and quietly looked at the lights outside. Lin Jing stood behind him and reported the situation.
"CEO Jun, Lin Qingyuan returned to Beijing overnight. He just met that person. The two of them had a private conversation for nearly three hours."
"Mm." Jun Shiling's gaze kept landing on a steeple in the distance.
"Also, we've found the identity of the black-robed man who keeps appearing."
