Qiao Nian placed one hand on the open window and replied to the message on her phone with the other. Her facial features were cold in the night.
Finally, the portrait artist hired by Tattoo Arm drew a few portraits according to Manager Ting Tang's instructions and brought them to Qiao Nian. "Sun, the portraits you wanted."
Qiao Nian turned off her cell phone and took the thin pieces of paper from him. She lowered her eyes and flipped through them one by one until she saw a portrait of a man with a mole on the left side of his face. She pursed her lips and licked her dry lips with a rather surly expression.
She pulled out this portrait. "…Take this person to him for confirmation."
"Okay." Without another word, Tattoo Arm started back.
Qiao Nian did not stay idle, either. She took photos of the other portraits, took out her laptop from the backpack in the front passenger seat, and opened it on her lap.
