As soon as Huo Zhixing entered the house, he saw the little woman walking over with a serious expression, holding her phone.

"Honey, what happened?"

"Look at this."

Jiang Can showed him the two anonymous messages from before.

Huo Zhixing's eyes darkened, a hint of doubt in them.

“Zhixin received it today too, with the same message!” Jiang Can calmly analyzed. “When I received similar messages before, I was puzzled, but nothing happened afterward, so I forgot about it. But now it seems that this person has a purpose, and maybe in a few days other members of the Huo family will also receive this message.”

Huo Zhixing took a deep breath. "I'll have someone track down this number right now."

"Um!"

Jiang Can nodded.

Huo Zhixing turned around and made a few phone calls. Looking at his broad and tall back, she felt an immense sense of security welling up inside her.

She's so stupid. She should have been wary of this anonymous information a long time ago and should have told him sooner.

Huo Zhixing received the results shortly afterward.

"Honey, I found it." He looked at her and said softly, "The location of this number is Jiangzhou! The phone number is registered under the name Jiang Mingyuan."

What? Jiang Can's heart suddenly jumped.

But Jiang Mingyuan is already in prison for theft, so it's impossible for him to send out such a message.

Jiang Can pondered for a moment, her brows furrowed, and murmured, "Zhixin was very emotional at the time, thinking it was sent to her by Yin Shaoqing. Husband... Yin Shaoqing has been missing for a long time. Could it be that he is hiding in Jiangzhou, colluding with Jiang Mingyuan all along?"

“There’s something else strange,” she continued, “why would Zhixin think it was sent to her by Yin Shaoqing? They might have said things like that often before, or perhaps… it’s some kind of hint?”