Huo Junting arrived as promised, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Just as he was about to take out his phone to call someone, he heard the whirring sound of a helicopter outside.
Huo Junting walked to the window and looked outside, seeing the helicopter just settling down, a man descending with a briefcase in hand, looking forlorn.
Frowning, the door to the private room was suddenly opened, and Xiao Jinghuai entered, coughing.
Huo Junting calmly walked over, patting his shoulder, "Take care of your health; if the Royal Family's old nest isn't found yet, you might collapse first."
"Tell me, what clues have you found?"
As he finished speaking, Xiao Jinghuai had already opened the briefcase, grabbed the documents inside, and tossed them onto the coffee table, "Damn it, turns out there are people from the underworld inside the Dynasty, no wonder Song Xueqin previously stopped her from going back, that place really can't be returned to."
