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“Gantang, do you know Lin Huan?” Yin Zhen asked.

“Yes, Hong Shuangying’s boyfriend,” Lin Gantang said. “What’s up? Why are you suddenly asking about him?”

Yin Zhen must have been walking because Lin Gantang could hear the clack of high heels on the phone.

“People from the company told me that Lin Huan has been stopping by Qixing now and then over the past couple of days, saying he hopes to see Lin Fan,” Yin Zhen shared with Lin Gantang. “I heard he went to the production crew, but because of the recent confidential filming, he wasn’t able to meet anyone, so he came to the company instead.”

“Did you see him?”

“No, these past couple of days I’ve been busy at Yin Group and haven’t gone to Qixing,” Yin Zhen, unlocking her home door, continued, “I’m over at Mingqing Mansion. He doesn’t know the address, so he couldn’t find me. Do you know why he’s looking for Lin Fan? I haven’t heard Lin Fan mention knowing this guy.”

“I’m not sure either. Last time at karaoke, he ran into Lin Fan and said he wanted to ask something, but Brother Fan stopped him,” Lin Gantang finished and asked, “Since he’s looking for you, why don’t you just ask him and clear it up?”

“I haven’t met him yet, and it suddenly occurred to me to just ask you about it since you told Brother Fan before that you two were friends. I thought you might know,” Yin Zhen entered the room, put down her bag, and took a sip of water from the cup on the table.

Lin Gantang explained, “I only told Brother Fan we were friends to avoid a scene in front of the private room since the atmosphere between him and Brother Fan was off. Actually, I’m not that familiar with him either, but because of Shuangying, we can exchange a few words.”

“I see,” Yin Zhen sat down at the desk, pulled open a drawer, and prepared to put the documents she brought back inside, “I was worried he might be some random problematic fan, so I was wary of him.”

Lin Gantang informed her, “He’s the general manager of Kaiqian Company. As far as I know, he didn’t know Lin Fan before.”

“Then I should arrange a time to have a proper talk with him.”

Yin Zhen shoved the documents in, and as she withdrew her hand, she touched something inside the drawer and was about to straighten it when her gaze suddenly froze.

Her drawer had been tampered with.

Yin Zhen immediately opened the remaining two drawers below.

The items inside were neatly placed, but she clearly remembered her signature pen was in the topmost, most frequently used layer.

Had her mother been here?

That seemed unlikely, since her mother would have told her if she had come, and besides, her mother was living well at Qinghe Manor, seldom leaving home.

Yin Zhen stood up from the desk, looked around the room, and stayed silent.

Lin Gantang noticed her sudden quietness, “Zhenzhen, what are you doing?”

Yin Zhen was about to speak, but then she felt a tingling paralysis in her nerve muscles, her breathing couldn’t keep up, and her body felt extremely uncomfortable.

Lin Gantang didn’t get a response but heard a “thud—” from the other end of the phone as it fell, crashing.

Lin Gantang’s heart skipped a beat, “Yin Zhen?”

There was no reply.

“Yin Zhen? Yin Zhen!”

Lin Gantang shouted and finally heard a faint, “… help …”

Then there was silence.

Lin Gantang’s heart pounded erratically with anxiety and fear.

Wen Yanqing, hearing the noise, came over and, seeing her pale face, immediately asked, “What happened?”

“Something’s happened to Yin Zhen.”

Lin Gantang wasn’t sure if she had misheard, but Yin Zhen’s last words were too faint; she was calling for help.

She decisively dialed 120, ready to ask for help when Wen Yanqing took the phone from her, “Normal police response is too slow. I’ll contact Chen Tian; he’ll send people.”

After the call was made, Lin Gantang said urgently, “I’m going to Mingqing Mansion now.”

“I’ll go with you.”