Qiao Jiaying shook her head, "Her bodyguards looked fierce, I didn't dare take a picture..."
"Then how are you sure it's her?" Nan Mufeng asked again.
"The face! Look at the face! Brother-in-law, believe me this once! I'm really sure she's Jian Xi!"
"Did you see the license plate number?"
"The car is very new, really fancy, it didn't have a license plate yet."
Nan Mufeng looked at Qiao Jiaying, "You're… not doing well."
"That's not the point!" Qiao Jiaying was embarrassed, "Um, brother-in-law, I didn't mean to ask you for help. I really like my current life, although I'm a bit broke, but I'm making a living on my own..."
Nan Mufeng nodded.
"After I got out of prison, I inquired about you guys, found out there was trouble with you and Jian Xi. Do you really believe she's already dead?"
Nan Mufeng's gaze darkened, and he fell silent.
Believing or not believing doesn't make much difference. He couldn't find her. Couldn't find the person, couldn't find the body.
