"What is their relationship?"
Huo Juanyan's voice was grave.
Driving the car ahead, Xia Xing responded, "Thirty years ago, they were college alumni and met at a gathering. They haven't been in contact since then."
Huo Juanyan's cold eyes narrowed, "Is that all?"
Xia Xing, catching a glimpse of Huo Juanyan's displeased look from the rearview mirror, quickly added, "They didn't have any overt connections, and no one would have thought they had this relationship. But this morning, when I was investigating the dean, I accidentally discovered something about his son."
"Nan Luzhi has been donating money to the dean's son's school, from elementary to university, he has donated to all levels."
"Moreover, two days ago, the dean's son made a two-minute call to Nan Luzhi. The call record was erased cleanly today after sending a text message."
Huo Juanyan's slender fingers rested by the car window, lightly tapping with an air of restrained authority.