After hearing Wan Desheng's agreement over the phone, she promptly hung up.
Less than five minutes later, just as the elevator was approaching the fortieth floor, Wan Xiaohan's phone rang. It was her father, Wan Desheng's number.
The Wan Family, one of Yun City's elite families, may not have been at the very pinnacle, but when it came to investigating certain matters, they naturally had their sources, resources, and connections. Thus, looking into something wasn't terribly difficult, especially when it was a matter that drew widespread interest and attention—it likely had already been thoroughly scrutinized by those with a motive.
"Dad, what's this all about?" Wan Xiaohan's face remained pale, her voice faintly carrying a nearly imperceptible cold snort. In the empty elevator, her gaze flickered with a trace of distortion and a chilling crimson hue.
