As a bridge between Yang Rou and Chen Yan, and having been paying close attention to Chen Yan over the past few days, how could Yang Nuannuan not know what Chen Yan wore yesterday?
That suit of black, well-fitted suit was not a common item from the market.
At first glance, it was obvious that it was beautifully crafted with high-quality materials and was not cheap. The suit stood out because of each pattern and detail crafted with yuan.
And now, that suit lay in front of Zhao Ying's desk.
If it had been with Yu Qiao Qiao, Yang Nuannuan would have understood, but why...why was it with Zhao Ying?
Yang Nuannuan turned her head and couldn't help but recall the phone call Chen Yan and her mother had last night.
The company's desks and chairs had been smashed.
Last night, Yang Nuannuan found it difficult to understand why Chen Yan would smash desks and chairs.
But now, connecting it with these clothes...
