In the car.
Mo Shangjun searched the address given by the robbers on her phone and looked up some images.
She took out her notebook and pen, jotting down notes and sketches. Liang Zhiqiong glanced over mid-way but couldn't make sense of what she was doing.
During the hour-long ride, Mo Shangjun not only studied the terrain but also made several calls—two to Qian Han and two to strangers.
Liang Zhiqiong, with nothing to do, felt a bit bored. As they neared their destination and saw the desolate buildings around them, her thoughts inexplicably wandered to Peng Yuqiu.
When she snapped back to reality, she had already taken out her phone and dialed Peng Yuqiu's number.
The phone rang for a long time.
Liang Zhiqiong's eyelids lowered slightly as she stared at the dialing screen. As time dragged on, her brows furrowed little by little.
Mo Shangjun noticed but said nothing.
Just when the call was about to disconnect, someone finally picked up.
"What is it?"
