When han aobing left the room, Miao Ying had just finished her work and came to Zhao Yu again.
"How is it?" Miao Ying pointed to the door and asked,"how is this woman doing?"
"Very steady, just like Lei Dasheng," Zhao Yu said."His answer was watertight! It's almost exactly the same as the file!"
"Oh, really? "It's been four years ..." Miao Ying said."If they didn't miss a single word, then either they didn't lie, or they deliberately hid it!"
"That's as good as not saying anything," Zhao Yu said."I think we need to investigate han aobing's husband. Han aobing and her husband are now living in Shanghai. Can you help me find a suitable person to investigate?"
"It can't be?" Miao Ying was surprised,"han aobing's husband?"