"Sister Xue, we've found two groups of acquaintances here."
In a small inn at Siji Town, the cramped and dilapidated room was hard to breathe in, with peeling walls and an unpleasant musty smell.
Zhou Xue covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, standing by the window.
At dusk, there were still many pedestrians on the street, and the distant Baitou Mountain revealed its delicate silhouette.
Zhou Xue frowned.
Xie Wei said, "It's Zhu Xiangxiang and the Ye Jian siblings."
"Zhu Xiangxiang is here to investigate Ming Jing's identity, and the Ye Jian siblings..."
Zhou Xue's eyebrows knitted together, "The only possibility is that they've come for that bastard."
As for her, she was here to investigate the bastard from thirteen years ago.
Things were getting weirder; three groups of people all ended up focusing on this obscure little town. All the clues seemed to come to an abrupt stop here.
"Is it a coincidence?" A strong sense of unease grew in Zhou Xue's heart.