That day, Xia Lu once again went to Yang Qihong's previous residence, wanting to confirm the vehicle situation from before. She now knew it was Zhang Jiunian who took Yang Qihong away, but he definitely wouldn't admit it without evidence; she needed proof. This old house could almost be considered without property management, and the surrounding cameras were not complete; she could only rely on manpower.
When Yang Qihong left, it wasn't too late; there were still people out around eight or nine o'clock. Even a casual glance might leave useful clues.
The old man guarding the door on the first floor was the likeliest person, but he didn't see clearly and had to ask others.
"Hey, why have you come again?" The old man greeted her quickly as soon as he saw her, his gaze falling on her belly, "I see your body isn't convenient, how come you've come over here again? Is it still about Xiaoyang upstairs?"
Xia Lu nodded, "Yes, is there still no news of her?"
