"Let’s go! Let’s follow and see!" Sheng Ning pulled her along, moving leisurely, showing no signs that they were about to spy on someone.
Chen Huaying silently praised her, thinking, yes!
The tall man watched them from a distance and mentally applauded their efforts. Despite being from the Song and Dance Troupe, these two girls possessed remarkable mental and emotional resilience.
Truly worthy of being Living Yama’s wife, he thought, admiring her skill in tailing someone so smoothly and expertly. He suspected that Living Yama had trained her himself.
"Sheng Ning, how do you know so much? What exactly does Hai Lan want to do?" Chen Huaying asked in a low, anxious voice.
"Do you know that Hai Lan was adopted?"
"Yes! But what does that have to do with anything?"
"Before she was adopted, she was a street child, you know that better, right?"
"Yes!" Chen Huaying nodded; everyone in the compound knew.
"When Hai Lan was a street child, she had a close friend. This dance hall is owned by that man, and she must be seeking his help with her problem." Sheng Ning knew this from her past life—Meng Ping once told her that Hai Lan owed this man a favor, so even upon becoming successful, she never forgot him.
It was Hai Lan who facilitated the connections between this dance hall, business dealings, and Meng Ping in their future ventures.
Meng Ping was a big businessman, and just associating with him could provide enough for others to live comfortably for a lifetime. Hence, this man thrived because of the business Hai Lan brought him through Meng Ping.
Sheng Ning remembered this man vividly not only because he was connected to Meng Ping, but also because there were rumors in her past life that Wu Youli had been raped and impregnated by him.
That’s why, in this life, she had swiftly dealt with Zhao Feifei, the primary culprit, and now she intended to resolve matters with this man at the same time.
"Really?" Chen Huaying covered her mouth in shock, fearing she might shout, "She... how could she dare? The Hai Family would never allow it."
"She is usually very cautious and never comes here. If she weren’t desperate, she certainly wouldn’t have come." That’s why she had Chen Huaying go to the Hai Family to deliver that specific message.
As they talked, Sheng Ning led Chen Huaying to a storage room adjacent to the private box.
The dance hall’s interiors were quite outdated, with exceptionally poor soundproofing; they could hear the conversation clearly from the other side.
Just as they shut the door of the storage room, Hai Lan arrived at the entrance with a rough-looking man.
"You shouldn’t have come here." The man, named Zhao Zhiqiang, had narrow, fierce eyes that looked menacingly at others.
From being a street urchin everyone could trample on to owning a successful dance hall, his methods and schemes were extraordinary.
"Do you think I wanted to come?" Hai Lan raised her chin haughtily, "If I hadn’t been pushed to the brink, I wouldn’t have come."
"Leave this matter to me and go back quickly!" His future prospects depended on her! If the Hai Family found out and cut off his sources for money and power, he would lose more than he could afford.
"I couldn’t get in touch with you; I had no choice but to come myself." Hai Lan looked disgusted, glancing at the tightly shut door with a fierce expression. "This woman’s issue—I’ll leave to you. Make sure she keeps her mouth shut for good, and it’s best if she never appears in front of me again."