Ling Chuan pinched her nose, "Forgot what my mom's major is! When Jia Luo started playing around with computers, I was already an expert!"
Indeed, Ling Chuan's data talents were entirely inherited from Xia Zhisu.
Ling Chuan's fingers slid across the phone, and surveillance footage appeared again.
In the footage, a woman walked down the corridor, followed by several guards and servants.
She stopped in front of a room's door, seemed to say something, then the guards exited on their own, and she entered.
"Mommy!!" An Ziqing instinctively shouted.
"There's no surveillance inside the room, so you can't see who's inside. How likely do you think it is that Jia Luo is in there?" Ling Chuan asked An Ziqing.
An Ziqing shook her head, "Not sure! But it should be Jia Luo!"
Because those guards would never leave mommy's side on their own.
Now that the guards have left, it must be under orders!
"Let's go." Ling Chuan put away the phone, took An Ziqing's hand, and got into the car.
