The chauffeur finally took Lin Yan back to her apartment building. She was glad to make it back alive.
She had survived and tried her best to pull through yet another day.
Upon getting home, Lin Yan realized she had a missed call.
Her face darkened when she saw the number. She hurriedly dialed the number.
"Hello! Do you have any news?"
A man's familiar voice answered, "Yes, I managed to find new clues."
Lin Yan gripped her phone tightly. "What kind of clues?"
The man fell silent for some time and didn't answer. It was as though he was deliberating how to break the news.
Lin Yan's heart sank when she heard the silence. "Is it bad news?"