"Uncle Lin..."
Hearing someone shouting loudly behind him, Lin Zonghao's hurried steps came to a halt.
He turned to look at Chi Jingming, who had walked up to him briskly, and noticed a somewhat displeased expression on Lin Zonghao's face. "Jing Ming, you said Xixi is with Chi Jingxuan. Do you have any evidence?"
Believing Chi Jingming's words, Lin Zonghao had put in considerable effort over the past few days. However, despite investigating both openly and covertly for a long time, he hadn't obtained any useful information, and instead had suffered several setbacks.
Because of this, Lin Zonghao felt he had aged several years in the process, experiencing a daily sense of exhaustion from being mentally and physically worn out.
If it weren't for the thought of extracting some useful clues from Qin Yuji, Lin Zonghao and Wen Meiyu definitely wouldn't have been in the mood to attend any birthday party today.
