After Gu Qian left, Yan Luoxi returned to her office. Her temples throbbed intensely. Leaning back in her chair, her phone chimed, and it was a long time before she picked it up to take a look.
In one glance, her pupils constricted, and she immediately dialed the number on the phone, "Is this true?"
"You have no choice but to trust me." A man's low, assured voice came through the phone. The light in Yan Luoxi's eyes flickered for a long time before she said, "Alright, I trust you."
"Come to the courtyard, the elders want to see you."
As soon as the other person finished speaking, they hung up the phone. Yan Luoxi maintained the posture of holding the phone for a long time before lowering her arm. The police had hit a dead end; they had searched everywhere Shen Jie had been and a ten-mile radius, but there was no news of Yanyan.
