Qiao Nian began using the network in the north to investigate the whereabouts of Di Xicheng, calculating how to cast the net to ensure that nothing goes wrong, preventing him from escaping again.
When she works, she's extremely focused, yet her demeanor still exudes the usual laid-back and devil-may-care attitude. Her gaze remained on the rapidly moving codes on the screen, fingers tapping the keyboard, one leg stretched, the other lazily bent, a nonchalant expression on her face, with eyes dark as ever...
After 10 minutes, Qiao Nian pushed the keyboard away, picked up the phone on the table, and called Tattoo Arm.
"Beep."
Tattoo Arm answered immediately: "Zhui Guang."
Qiao Nian, leaning lazily against the armrest of her chair, asked: "Have you reached that supermarket? What did the boss say?"
"The boss handed over his phone to me. I'm preparing to bring it back so you can check if he tampered with the videos." Tattoo Arm replied crisply and efficiently.
