"What word?"
Han Xiayang looked tense, or rather, ever since he returned to this city yesterday, he had been feeling anxious.
That woman never answered his calls, and her phone was always turned off, impossible not to be worried.
But then the answer given by his good buddy made him deeply relieved.
"Zhang Ziyin, she just sent me these three words." His eyes, full of gloom, finally fell on Ouyang's face: "Did you investigate just now, did you find out exactly what's going on in the Police Station? Why did those people end up there!"
This was also the question in Han Xiayang's heart. At this moment, both men's eyes fell on him, waiting for his answer.
