An Lan was gradually convinced by Huo Zhanting.
She leaned tiredly against Huo Zhanting, clutching his collar with one hand, "About Zhao Ziming... let's investigate from our side. If it really was Ouyang Xiong or Ouyang Xiu's doing, then it's another mess on their hands."
Huo Zhanting responded softly, somewhat regretting having told An Lan about Zhao Ziming's situation, causing her to worry over this matter.
Fortunately, An Lan's attention was soon diverted to other things.
For two consecutive days, the internet had been calm.
An Lan had people keeping tabs on Ouyang Xiong and the specifics over at the urban village, until early on the third morning, before she awoke, her phone rang.
In her drowsiness, she instinctively picked the phone from the bedside table, sliding to answer and placing it by her ear.
