There was one thing weighing heavily on Zhao Yiming's mind.
Back when he was still Lao Chen, he used to carry Jin Haolong's golf equipment to the first apartment building—the most rundown building in the entire complex.
At the time, he didn't want to overthink it. He wasn't the kind of man to pry into other people's business. He just did the job and called it a day.
But now? Everything was starting to make sense.
Su Meilin had once mentioned that Jin Haolong kept all of his "things" there.
But what exactly were those things?
"Meilin," Zhao Yiming began, his voice low, "what do you think your husband was hiding in that first apartment building? Isn't it weird that he visited that place so often? Out of all the buildings… that's the worst one."
Now that he said it out loud, Meilin's brows furrowed. "He did mention it once… Said it was just a room to store his hobby equipment. But the way he said it was... defensive."
