After Yang Jian investigated the existence of the red wooden bench, he had developed a general understanding of the supernatural incident.
But the more he understood, the more uneasy he felt.
So, after leaving that office building floor, he and Feng Quan returned to the top-floor office of Wang Chaling.
"Captain, what's the situation? What's the deal with this red wooden bench? Can it be resolved?" As soon as Yang Jian appeared, Huang Ziya couldn't contain herself and stood up, asking urgently.
Xiong Wenwen yawned: "Xiao Yang, can you do it or not? Daddy Xiong is so bored I'm about to fall asleep. Can we go home tonight? My mom just called me again, asking me to be home before midnight. She also said she had something to tell you."
"It's hard to handle, isn't it? If it were easy, it'd already be resolved by now."
Tong Qian looked at Yang Jian, roughly guessing that the investigation process had hit a snag.
