"Nannan, what's wrong?" Zhan Qiyi looked at her with a puzzled expression.
An Nan shook her head with a faint smile: "I...I...it's nothing."
Seeing her hesitation, Zhan Qiyi smiled gently and continued softly, "If there's anything, just tell me. Do you really need to hesitate with me?"
An Nan thought about it and decided to tell him what was on her mind: "I want you to help me investigate someone."
"Who?"
"I don't know their name, but I have a photo of the woman."
"Okay, then show me the photo."
When Zhan Qiyi saw the photo, his face immediately turned green: "Didn't I hear that Han Xiayang is with your good sister? What's going on here?"
An Nan shook her head in frustration: "I don't know. If I knew, I wouldn't be bothering you."
Zhan Qiyi furrowed his brows again, pondered for a moment, and continued, "You should rest well now. I'll investigate this. When you wake up, I'll give you a satisfactory answer. Then, whatever you want to do, I'll help you arrange it."
