In the West District's Six Fan Gate, Zi Hongyu excitedly clutched her phone, her eyes flashing with a very dazzling light.
"Are you telling the truth?"
"Absolutely, Zi Ye, there's no mistaking it. I've confirmed it myself—the hotel is now full of our informants. Those two guys have definitely checked in!"
"Wait, you sent someone in?"
Zi Hongyu's face, which had been full of joy, suddenly stiffened, and her expression turned somewhat ugly.
The person on the other end of the phone seemed to detect the displeasure in Zi Hongyu's voice and paused.
"What's wrong, Zi Ye?"
"What do you think is wrong? You're good for nothing but screwing things up. Who told you to send people? Don't you ever think before you act?"
Zi Hongyu was frustrated. Ning Fan had instructed them that if they found these two individuals, they absolutely must not act rashly—he planned to deal with them personally.
