The officer looked up from his notepad, his tone clipped but resolute. "Mr. Chen, even if you hadn't said anything, we would've pursued this matter to the end. We're heading to the university now."
With that, he gestured to the two officers beside him, and all three climbed into the police vehicle, sirens off but tension thick in the air, heading straight for Imperial Capital University.
Inside the dormitories of the prestigious university—an architectural fusion of Ming Dynasty opulence and brutalist practicality—Tang Xue had been holed up for five days straight. She hadn't stepped out of the dorm once, not even for a coffee run or bubble tea. When Li Juan asked her why she'd skipped class again, Tang Xue muttered something about not feeling well.
