Mo Xiuchen noncommittally said, "Yeah, it's the police."
"Jiang Hui is just a college student. It's impossible for her to have anti-surveillance abilities to the extent that she can even shake off the police, right?"
If that were true, the police following her might as well go home and eat by themselves.
"Let's hope so, wait for the results."
Half an hour later, Luo Haofeng and Mo Xiuchen were sitting on the leather sofa in his hotel room.
The faint aroma of coffee wafted through the air, sunlight streamed through the half-drawn floor-to-ceiling curtains, perfectly lighting up half of Luo Haofeng's handsome face, reflecting a shimmering glow.
Mo Xiuchen's tall frame leaned lazily against the sofa, his deep eyes slightly lowered, staring at the coffee cup, "Who do you think Jiang Hui wants to meet?"
Mo Xiuchen asked nonchalantly, not too concerned.
The person Jiang Hui wanted to meet was likely someone connected to Meng Ke.
