Ning and Sharron drove out of the president's mansion.
"Tell me the location to your apartment," Ning said suddenly.
"What?" the woman looked toward him.
"I spoke out loud so the people outside the president's room could hear us. If anyone there leaked the information, the thieves from last night will be on their way to your apartment to steal your things. If you want to keep it safe, you need to tell me where your apartment is and where you keep the diary."
"I…"
"Come on! We don't have much time."
"It's on 22nd Street," she said immediately, giving him the full address.
"And the diary?" Ning asked.
"It's in my safe, behind a portrait of my grandfather above my bed," she said.
"Great!" Ning said. "I'll go secure the safe."
"But it's locked," the woman quickly said. "I need to be there. It has biometric locks."
