"Him? What good would it do him to hurt you?" Ding Haijing frowned.
Hu Xiangyong had always wanted Chiang Xiao's paintings, and although she consistently refused, what benefit could hurting her bring him?
Could it be that he was so embarrassed by her repeated refusals that he sent someone to harm her just to vent his anger?
Looking at Hu Xiangyong, although he isn't a good person, he doesn't seem like someone who would do such a thing.
Because for him, this kind of thing might be too childish, too much of a waste of time.
Chiang Xiao pondered for a moment.
She didn't answer Ding Haijing's question.
Because Ding Haijing didn't really know what kind of person Hu Xiangyong was, and explaining it fully would be too troublesome.
"Ding Haijing, I want to ask you, have you ever heard," she hesitated, looked at Ding Haijing, then asked, "of institutions that do special research? Official ones, or private ones."
"Special research?"
