A glimmer of light flashed in Qin Shu's eyes, and he tapped his fingertips on the screen, replying to Yan Jiang: [Okay.]

...

The wind is cold and the dusk is heavy.

In the suburbs, a dark gray villa stands tall.

It depends on the low-key layout, but in fact, the dark areas of the villa are covered with strict security, and ordinary people cannot enter.

A car slowly and silently drove into the villa and stopped on the parking floor in the front yard.

The headlights went out, and a gray figure came out carefully from the car and looked around.

This is the first time Pan Zhongyu has come to this place, and he was invited by Mr. Yan, so he is naturally a little nervous and nervous.

The housekeeper beside him spoke, "Old Yan has been waiting for you for a long time, please."

Hearing this, he quickly withdrew his gaze and followed the butler through the side door.

The wall lights on the wall are a little dark, barely illuminating the retro patterns carved on the wall.

A long corridor leads to the door at the end with dim lights.

Pan Zhongyu followed the butler in. The ground was covered with a thick cashmere carpet. Every step he stepped on was soft and silently landed on the ground.

The already uneasy emotions were infinitely amplified in this silence.

His heart beat like a pounding, and before he knew it, a wet sweat appeared in his palm.

Finally, I arrived outside the door.

The door was closed, and the housekeeper stepped forward and knocked on the door, saying respectfully: "Old Yan, the person is here."

"Come in." Mr. Yan's muddy voice came from it.

The butler pushed open the door and signaled to Pan Zhongyu, but he took a step back.

Mr. Yan wanted to meet only Pan Zhongyu.

Pan Zhongyu took a deep breath and walked in with his teeth.

The door is closed behind you.

He pinched his palms and looked into the room.

The rooms mainly in gray, retro black wood furniture, and black curtains... everything exudes a depressing atmosphere.

Mr. Yan sat in the solid wood magistrate chair and glanced at him lightly, "Do you know why I asked you to come?"

The casual tone is like gossip.

Pan Zhongyu did not dare to be careless at all and took back his gaze that was floating around.

He grinned and squeezed out a forced smile and said cautiously: "This... I dare not speculate randomly, please let Mr. Yan make it clear."

"Then I'll give you a reminder. What I want to say is related to the woman named Qin Shu."

"she?"

Speaking of Qin Shu, Pan Zhongyu subconsciously frowned and his mind became active.

He suddenly thought of something and immediately reported it truthfully: "Old Yan, after the auction, I sent someone to keep staring at Qin Shu and found that she had contacted Shen Mu today. The two of them had talked in the restaurant for nearly an hour, but my people didn't get too close at that time, and I don't know what they were talking about."

As he said that, he asked Mr. Yan carefully: "Is it for this?"

Mr. Yan did not answer, laughed softly, slowly picked up the tea in front of him and took a sip.
Chapter completed!