Hua Qingyi drove all the way, feeling quite gloomy as he glanced at the person who got into the car on their own through the rearview mirror. He hadn't intended to take them along, but since Xiao Lin hadn't said anything, he naturally kept quiet.
"Director Zhao hasn't appeared for many days." Wu Shuang held her head; she still felt a bit dizzy, occasionally glancing at Mu Rongyun beside her. Recently, it seemed she often encountered this person in times of crisis, uncertain whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, or something else.
"He might already be dead." Xiao Lin lowered his head, knowing the Fourth Master's character; such a person usually wouldn't be left around.
"Why?" Wu Shuang asked in surprise.
"Wasn't it he who informed you about the death of the little policeman?" Xiao Lin turned to ask. "Didn't the hospital issue a certificate of natural death?"
