Ran Xiangsi was originally peeking at him. Who knew she would get so fascinated?
Fortunately, she hid quickly, otherwise, if he found out she was peeking at him, who knows what kind of mockery she would face!
"Just drop me off at West Third Ring Road," she said vaguely, without specifying a precise location.
She wasn’t that foolish to let Xing Chen know where she lived just like that.
After tonight, their worlds would no longer intersect, so the less he knew, the better.
Xing Chen didn’t ask for specifics, leisurely driving until they reached West Third Ring Road.
He parked the car in front of an intersection, then slowly started to speak again.
His voice, warm and soft like jade, soon filled the car.
"The gun, you’d better get rid of it quickly." He was reminding her that carrying firearms in A City wasn’t allowed.
Of course, Ran Xiangsi knew this. Yet hearing his concern, her heart felt a bit warmer.
That small anger in her heart vanished completely, replaced by a sense of... awkwardness?
"So... about last night, I’m sorry. And thank you for today," Ran Xiangsi finally said after hesitating for a while.
What happened last night, she had indeed gone overboard. Today, facing Feng Zilun and Ding Jia in the hotel, if Xing Chen hadn’t appeared suddenly, she wouldn’t have known how to handle the situation.
He even treated her to a meal...
Xing Chen didn’t speak, but his dark eyes looked deeper and deeper at Ran Xiangsi.
The atmosphere became somewhat awkward.
Ran Xiangsi couldn’t find anything else to say. She opened the car door and got out.
Facing away from the silver Maybach, Ran Xiangsi clutched her bag tightly, walked a few steps around the street, and disappeared into the darkness.
Xing Chen didn’t follow.
Calmly, he picked up his phone and made a call, "Ping’an, check Ran Xiangsi’s address."
"Yes, young master," Ping’an replied quickly.
After this brief exchange, Xing Chen then put down the phone, started the car again, and returned to the wide avenue.
Inside a villa engraved with the Wilson family totem.
On the third floor, in the study.
Xing Chen had already changed out of his white shirt, now dressed in comfortable home attire.
Sitting at the massive desk, several documents laid in front of him, his well-defined fingers tapping slowly and rhythmically on the desk.
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Ping Le’s twin brother, Ping’an, also held a document, standing in front of Xing Chen’s desk.
"Young master, after Miss Ran left your car, she walked two streets, hailed a taxi, and then went to an apartment outside of East Fourth Ring Road. The address has been found."
Ping’an’s efficiency was always high.
Upon hearing this, Xing Chen furrowed his brows slightly, leaning deeply back into his chair.
She lives outside East Fourth Ring Road but had him take her to West Third Ring Road? To conceal her real residence?
"How is her background check going?"
"Miss Ran came to A City four years ago, studied at A University for four years, attended school for a total of nineteen days in all these years. Despite this, all her conduct reports are excellent. Besides that, there’s no other information. We don’t even know who Miss Ran’s parents are currently. Her life trajectory doesn’t intersect with Li Guoliang’s at all, so it’s still unclear what she actually stole last night."
"Can’t find anything?" Xing Chen pondered for a moment, "How about her social connections?"