A strange thought flickered through Lingxin's mind: Mo Fei, is there some particular coincidence in this matter?
"Looks like I dialed the wrong number," Zhu Yue responded to Secretary Jin.
Secretary Jin did not suspect anything. Lingxin, however, swept a sharper glance over her face.
The car sent by the company was a silver SUV. Secretary Jin took the front passenger seat, while Zhu Yue accompanied the boss in the rear compartment. She was very cautious, almost overly so, avoiding sitting too close to the boss and choosing the last row in the back.
Lingxin watched her every move through the front mirror.
After the silver SUV left the hotel entrance, Lingxin noticed that the white sedan, which seemed to have been watching his hotel room from the roadside, was nowhere to be seen. All these traces seemed to verify something.
"Where is Miss Zhu from?"
The sudden question from the boss caught Zhu Yue off guard.
