This comnt successfully caught Han Jingnian’s attention. He glanced at Zhang Te.
"One of the files was sent by , the other two, one was sent by my wife’s elder brother, Mr. Xia Chen’an, as for the last one... I have checked, but found no trace, so I don’t know who sent it."
Hesitating slightly, Zhang Te continued: "Mr. Han, do you rember that night? When your wife took a knife thrust for you, soone took a critical mont to fire a tranquilizer dart at the knifeman to save her?"
Han Jingnian didn’t say anything, but the slight furrow in his brow revealed his deep contemplation.
Zhang Te, as if knowing what was running through Han Jingnian’s mind, continued: "Mr. Han... Do you think the person who sent the third cri file might be the person who saved your wife that night?"
"I’ve used the whole power of the Han corporation to investigate, but I couldn’t find any source for the third file. This shows that this person is extraordinary... And that night, the person only took action when your wife was in danger. This ans he is only concerned about your wife’s safety... Your wife is rely a daughter of the Xia Family. If she only had the power of the Xia Family, she probably wouldn’t know a person of such a background..."
Han Jingnian, who hadn’t spoken for a while, suddenly said, "Do you rember the design draft she gave at the beginning?"
"et?" Zhang Te echoed, and then said, "Han, you told that the style of that design was very reminiscent of JO’s apprentice... and now she has such a powerful person secretly protecting her..."
At this point, as if understanding sothing, Zhang Te said: "... In other words, she is not as simple as we thought."
"Yes..." Han Jingnian replied in a light tone: "...She’s not simple. She’s Xia Wan’an, but who is she really?"
"Then...Mr. Han, should I look into the madam further?"
Zhang Te was t with a silent room.
Han Jingnian gazed at the night outside the window, without uttering a word.
Just as Zhang Te was about to speak again, to ask Han Jingnian the question one more ti, Han Jingnian’s eyes flickered and he spoke: "No need."
"Huh?" Zhang Te was sowhat surprised.
Due to Han’s experience since childhood, he always pays close attention to the background of people around him.
This was the first ti he had said he didn’t need to know soone’s background.
Faced with Zhang Te’s confusion, Han Jingnian did not offer an explanation but changed the subject, "Is there anything else?"
"Nothing." Knowing that Han Jingnian wanted to be alone, Zhang Te tactfully left after his response.
Han Jingnian stood by the window, looking at a tree filled with flowers downstairs for a long ti before he blinked.
Not looking into her... was a show of respect, of trust, and the hope that one day she would be willing to tell him herself.
...
anwhile, in a KTV in the south of Beijing, a man sat alone.
Despite the sweltering sumr, he was dressed in oversized clothing, sporting a cap and a mask, covering himself completely.
He seed to be waiting for soone. Even though his face couldn’t be seen, his impatience was palpable.
About five minutes later, the room’s door was pushed open, and a hurried man walked in. He seed extrely anxious, closing the door one second and lowering his voice to speak in the next: "I just received news, all our people are done for. They will spend the rest of their lives in prison."
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