"None of you children is really reassuring."

He hurried up the second floor and ran into Lin Ruicheng who came out of the room. Fendi straightened her manners and saluted Lin Ruicheng respectfully. "Ruicheng."

"Fendi, I'm sorry. It's so late to bother you to rest." In front of him, the woman seven years older than him, although her status is lower than him, is also one of the few figures he respects.

Fendi looked at Lin Ruicheng carefully before and after, and the tension in her heart was slowly released. "What happened?"

"This way." Lin Ruicheng opens the bedroom door, Fendi follows, and Locke closes the door.

Just as Fendi wanted to solve her doubts, she glanced at a thin body on the bed. Deep in the soft mattress, covered with soft silk quilt, "this is..."

"Look at her first." With that, Lin Ruicheng went out of the bedroom.

In the study, Lin Ruicheng sat on a luxurious leather chair. Through the transparent window, he stared at the dark night sky. A bright string moon hung in the sky and sprinkled gentle silver, but it was strange.

There are some photos on the desk. The picture on the photos is very blurred. "Did you check the license plate number?"

"Yes, it's empty." Locke truthfully reported, "we checked the surveillance of 13 intersections along the way, and only a few cameras caught the shadow of the car. We can see that the other party is an old hand."

The dark eyes sank, and all kinds of signs showed that it was no accident. Throw the picture on the table, "pay attention to this matter and watch it change first." Later, Lin Ruicheng opened the folder again, looked at it casually and threw it aside.

Locke asked, "Sir is not satisfied with the Xinghewan development bid?"

"Huh?" Lin Ruicheng's lips slightly aroused a perplexing radian, and a bone piercing darkness surged in the bottom of his eyes. "It doesn't matter whether you are satisfied or not, as long as you think I pay enough attention to this project."

"The whole city is talking about this bidding. We Fusen are bound to win. Isn't that important?"

"Not enough." Lin Ruicheng narrowed his eyes slightly and stared evil at the boundless night sky. "Starting from next Monday, all the working capital of the company will be transferred together to prepare for the bidding of Xinghewan. The greater the movement, the better. It's best for people in the industry to know, especially Jinxin group."

It has been more than five years since I gave up my strong foundation in Canada and settled in Mancheng. Over the past five years, the industry of Fusen international has gradually extended from Canada to Mancheng. Nowadays, at home, Fusen international may not be an old brand, but its strength is beyond the estimation and speculation of the industry owner.

"Yes, I see." Locke nodded. "That... The bidding book."

"Throw me here first. Look a little more like it." Lin Ruicheng stood up from the leather chair and patted Locke on the shoulder. "It's late. You're tired all day. Go to bed early."

"Yes. I'll go back to my room first." When he reached the door of the study, Locke held the doorknob in his hand and paused. He came back again.

Lin Ruicheng noticed Locke's abnormality, "what else?"

"Well... Do you want to check the information about Miss Ding?" Since meeting Ding Xuanyao, Locke has carefully investigated Ding Xuanyao from various channels, but he can only investigate what happened more than three years ago. As for the fact that her mother lived in another city when she was still alive, the information is really difficult to check. Unless she wants to go to the city where she used to live.