In the young heart of Zhang Qian, his aunt and uncle lived life as if it were poetry.
Once upon a time, he also harbored a simple yearning for love.
But until that person appeared, everything changed.
Zhang Qian's smile, which was just full of joy, fleetingly disappeared.
Wen Suihan was just about to get up when something suddenly came to mind.
He said to Zhang Qian, "By the way, last time you mentioned a friend of yours abroad who has some connections. I want to investigate someone."
Zhang Qian withdrew from his deep thoughts and turned to Wen Suihan, asking, "Who do you want to investigate?"
"Zhu Shuanghua."
When Wen Suihan mentioned this name, Zhang Qian was somewhat surprised.
Though surprised, Zhang Qian calmly asked, "Investigate what?"
Wen Suihan frankly replied, "I suspect he is related to Jiang Jin's death, but currently I don't have much evidence, no way to start."
"Jiang Yi's mother?"
