"Uncle Fu, I give you three days!" Han Qing said expressionlessly, "Within three days... I want all the information on the person who came for Bingbing!"
Uncle Fu immediately promised, "Madam, I've noted it down!"
Afterward, Han Qing turned and entered Han Bing's room.
Usually, Han Qing would never come to Han Bing's room.
Because in the past, there were many rules in the Han Family, and she rather preferred giving Han Bing more freedom.
As for servants like Uncle Fu, no one dared to enter Han Bing's room.
"Hmm?"
Han Qing first made a round in Han Bing's room, and then her gaze was drawn to Han Bing's underwear in the trash can.
Han Qing thought for a moment, then crouched down.
As Han Qing crouched down, she suddenly smelled an odd odor.
Han Qing's gaze followed the source of the odor and saw a puddle on the crocodile skin chair, "What is this?"
Han Qing frowned slightly.
However, Han Qing didn't think much of it.