The next morning, as soon as Xu Lin got into the car to head to the police station, he received a radio call from the base.
"Inspector Xu, Director Zhang would like you to come over."
Forty minutes later.
Zhang Ye sat in the living room.
He looked at the disheveled uncle sitting across from him, the scrutiny in his eyes gradually fading to be replaced by deep anticipation.
The question of Ai Bing's identity had been resolved.
In a word, she came from a background with connections.
Immersed from childhood.
It also clarified the doubts he had harbored in his heart.
How could a twenty-nine-year-old woman hold a professorship at a prestigious Shen Zhou institution like Sanjiang University? By what means?
Merit alone, that would be difficult.
Furthermore, she possessed an exceptionally attractive figure and appearance, lusted after by many in secret, yet no one dared to make a move.
If one thought about it further, the mysteries did not end there.