In the next few minutes, Xia Siyu was still trying hard to lecture Song Liao, when Yun Lih, who had been sitting silently for a long time, suddenly coughed.
Xia Siyu and Song Liao both glanced over, speaking in surprisingly similar tones, "What's wrong?"
Yun Lih crossed his long legs, lightly tapping his toes, "Didn't your team arrange for a caregiver for you?"
Song Liao shook his head, "No, the injury's not serious, I can be discharged tomorrow."
"Then let's talk business." Yun Lih took out a cigarette, sniffed it, and asked, "Anything new on Lu Jingan, whom I asked you to investigate earlier?"
Xia Siyu pursed her lips, forced to interrupt her speech, and could only swallow the harsh words she was about to say.
Upon hearing this, Song Liao spoke solemnly, "Nothing unusual turned up in the organization's system, but I have an informant who said that about a week ago, a gentleman named An conducted a transaction in the underground market."
