Han Zheng stared at her, "Women shouldn't be too strong-headed, to get back to the point, the matter you asked me to investigate a while ago, because five years have passed, the evidence has been mostly destroyed by human hands, except for the archives in our archives room, so progress has not been smooth."
Yan Luoxi picked up the water cup on the table and took a sip; the cold water flowed down her throat, chilling her heart. She said, "I need to know the result."
"According to reliable information, four groups of people went to that abandoned warehouse that night, and we were the last batch," Han Zheng stated succinctly. Five years could bury all evidence in the depths of time.
So digging it out now would be even harder than before.
"Four groups?" Yan Luoxi asked calmly.
