"I know."
Yangliang and Yan Aosong nodded, not refuting Lin Li.
This request is both reasonable and meaningful.
No matter who Lin Li's informant is, if they can truly provide information, and it seems valid now, the feedback for improving Xiling's security is certainly positive. So disregarding Lin Li, the two fully support it.
They arrived downstairs.
Relying on his excellent memory, Lin Li immediately noticed a small van in a secluded corner on the side of the building.
The keys were likely still hanging there because the car lights were still on.
After Lin Li pointed it out, the three approached the car.
FS District had one door unit per household, so there was no need to worry that this group could vanish without a trace.
"The car has fake plates, no doubt there's something shady going on."
Yangliang reached out to peel off the license plate, discovered the clue, chuckled coldly, and took out his phone to take a photo for evidence.
