Wei Xueqing dealt with some tasks at hand and then went out to Zhao Feiyang's company.
But Zhao Feiyang did not talk to Wei Xueqing at the company; instead, he took her out of the company.
"Where are you taking me?" Wei Xueqing asked.
Zhao Feiyang said softly, "Don't ask too much, just follow me!"
Wei Xueqing hesitated for a moment. She couldn't fully trust Zhao Feiyang. After all, Zhao Feiyang was not Yang Chen, and he was a foreigner, which made it hard for Wei Xueqing to fully trust him.
But to get clues about Yang Chen, Wei Xueqing bit her lip, a determined light flashed in her eyes, and she quickly followed Zhao Feiyang.
Zhao Feiyang drove Wei Xueqing to the suburbs and entered a villa there.
Upon entering the villa, Wei Xueqing noticed that the decor style was minimalist and cold.
"Have a seat." Zhao Feiyang gestured.
Wei Xueqing nodded, cautiously sitting on the sofa.
Being here didn't give her a good feeling; it felt cold, like being in an interrogation room.
