"Sha Sha!" When no one was left in the living room, Nan Fei finally gave He Shasha a hug, "Are you okay? Did anyone trouble you after I left?"
He Shasha smiled like a cat that got the cream, full of contentment, "No! I'm doing great, Huo Beijiang's people are very reliable."
"That's good."
"By the way! There's something I want to tell you."
"Is it about Leng Ran?"
He Shasha was surprised, "How did you know?"
"Just a guess." In fact, Nan Fei already knew from Bei Jiang that Leng Ran was Yu Fengji's informant, and she felt a bit relieved for her. But up until now, there were still some things she couldn't figure out.
She understood Leng Ran's precarious situation in the enemy camp, where she had no choice but to do what she did. Yet her intuition was always precise, and over the past half a year, she had keenly observed every point and detail during her meetings with Leng Ran, and something still felt off.
It wasn't about her actions, but the feeling Leng Ran gave off.
