Chapter 233 Does It Matter Who You Are?

Meng Anran's pupils shrank slightly, and she immediately opened the car door and walked quickly towards Kenai.

"Didn't you say you wanted to sleep in today?" There was a hint of coldness in her voice, and her eyes were fixed on him.

Kenai stood in the mottled shadows of the printing factory, his expression calm, but a hint of darkness flashed in his eyes: "I changed my mind."

"Why?" Meng Anran took a step closer, "You knew it might be a trap."

Konai lowered his eyes, slowly took out a yellowed photo from his pocket, and handed it over. "Someone stuffed it under my door this morning."

The photo shows the last image of Ke Ling before her death. She is standing in front of a house and the background is blurred.

In the reflection of the building's glass curtain wall, a figure was vaguely reflected - the person who took this photo for Ke Ling.

Meng Anran stared at the photo, her breathing slightly stagnant. Although she could only see a vague outline, she felt vaguely familiar.

I seem to have seen it somewhere...

Kenai's voice was low and cold. "I've never seen this photo in seven years. The fact that he can produce this means he has some information."

Meng Anran was silent for a moment, then looked around and asked, "So you came here alone?"

"No." Kenai suddenly gave her a meaningful look. "Don't you still have me?"

Meng Anran was startled, then burst out laughing, "You're quite clever, you knew I would come."

Kenai pushed his glasses up: "After all, I've studied you for so long, I have a certain understanding of your personality."

At this moment, the rusty iron door of the printing factory suddenly made a harsh creaking sound and slowly opened a crack.

A hoarse male voice came from inside: "Since you are here, come in and chat."

Meng Anran and Kenai looked at each other.

"Where is your bodyguard?" Conai asked in a low voice.

Meng Anran glanced at the overgrown surroundings, meaning that everyone who should have arrived had arrived.

If he shows up with bodyguards, today's meeting will most likely be a failure.

But if I don’t bring bodyguards with me, this place might really become a hidden crime scene like in the movies.

The two walked towards the iron gate in tacit understanding. The moment they pushed the door open, a musty smell hit them in the face.

In the dim factory, only a few beams of sunlight slanted in through the broken windows.

A man in a black windbreaker stood in the center with his back to them.

"K?" Meng Anran asked coldly.

The man slowly turned around, revealing a face covered in a silver mask. "I've heard a lot about you, Miss Meng."

"You're quite pretentious." Meng Anran was slightly disgusted by the other person's outfit that covered him up like Kamen Rider. "It seems you don't know me as well as I thought."

The man tilted his head slightly, "What do you mean?"

"If you really knew enough information, you should know that no one ever calls me 'Miss Dream'."

Meng Anran calmly put his hands in his coat pockets, a smile on his lips, and said with certainty: "You are not from Beijing."

The other party seemed to be surprised by the counter-detection. After a moment of shock, he quickly laughed out loud, "Your observation skills are well-deserved."

He slowly took off his mask, revealing a face that looked 80% like Lu Heng, causing Meng Anran's peach blossom eyes to narrow dangerously.

A bold guess came to her mind, but she remained calm, her red lips curved into a faint smile, "Why do you have Ke Ling's photo, and why are you trying to sow discord between me and Ke Nai?"

The man stared at her with interest. "I thought you would be more curious about who I am."

"Does it matter who you are?" Meng Anran raised her eyebrows slightly, and her words were full of sarcasm.

The man chuckled, pulled out a yellowed file bag from his pocket, and shook it gently in his hand: "Is it important or not? Why don't you take a look at this first?"

Kenai's eyes instantly locked onto the file bag, and a sharp look flashed through his eyes behind his lenses. "What is that?"

"Seven years ago, Ke Ling participated in a social activity project." The man slowly untied the rope of the file bag, "and..."

He looked at Meng Anran meaningfully, "The connection with Lu's Pharmaceuticals."

Meng Anran's fingers tightened slightly in her pocket, but her expression remained calm: "There's a limit to making up stories."

"Really?" The man pulled out a photo, which showed Lu Heng and little Anran standing at the door of Lu Pharmaceutical, and Ke Ling's figure appeared behind them.

Kenai suddenly turned his head to look at Meng Anran, his eyes full of shock and questioning.

She actually met Ke Ling?

Why was it never mentioned?

Meng Anran stared at the photo for a long time and had some fragmented memories.

In the past, the Lu Group did have a pharmaceutical company, which was managed by Lu Heng, and Lu Heng had taken her there once.

But she was kidnapped at that time - Lu Yi tied her up with a hemp rope in a madman and was about to take her to jump into the river, but Lu Heng came and directly pulled her into the car and took her away.

In addition, the pharmaceutical company went bankrupt in just a few months, so she had no impression of it and couldn't even remember what the company looked like.

But...why did Ke Ling appear there?

"It seems Miss Meng also has something she doesn't know." The man looked at the two people's reactions with satisfaction. "How about we make a deal?"

"What deal?" Conai's voice was as cold as ice.

The man smiled and put the document bag back into his arms. "It's very simple. All you need is for Hot Wheels to go bankrupt, and I will tell you the truth about Ke Ling's death."

He paused, his tone playfully cunning, "Ms. Meng has a large family and a large business. If it's just a small company, it's gone. It shouldn't be as important as the knot in your best friend's heart, right?"

Meng Anran suddenly laughed, "You went through so much trouble just for a small business?"

She took a step forward, her eyes sharp, "The people behind you are not very good either."

The man glanced at his watch calmly and said, "Ms. Meng, you don't need to spy on me anymore. This is your only chance. Please make a decision as soon as possible."

At this moment, a slight "click" sound suddenly came from the second floor of the factory.

The man's expression suddenly changed, and he looked up suddenly: "Who?!"

A sturdy figure walked out of the shadows. Zhang Tao had a camera hanging around his neck. He walked down the stairs step by step and respectfully handed the camera to Meng Anran.

Meng Anran glanced at the photo just now and took a clear picture of the other person's face.

Who says bodyguards are only good at fighting? They're also great at taking photos.

She raised her red lips in satisfaction, but stared at the other person with cold eyes, "I'm sorry, I've never liked being threatened since I was a child. I can check the truth you said, your identity..."

She raised the camera in her hand, her eyebrows curved but her smile was not reflected in her eyes. "I will know sooner or later."

The bodyguards who were lying in ambush outside appeared one after another and surrounded the man.

Zhang Tao stepped forward to restrain the other person and took the file bag.

After opening it, I pulled out everything inside - a stack of white paper and the photo I had just looked at.

Meng Anran sneered, with an expression of "as expected", "If you want to get something for nothing, practice your tricks in advance next time."

She beckoned the bodyguards to retreat, then glanced at Kenai, signaling that it was time for him to leave.

When he was about to step out of the factory gate, Meng Anran seemed to suddenly remember something, stopped, looked back and smiled.

"By the way, go back and say hello to Madam Bai for me."

The man's pupils twitched suddenly. Although he quickly controlled his chaotic thoughts, the fleeting look in his eyes was still easily caught by Kenai.

Kenai slowly withdrew his gaze and pushed up his glasses.

It seems that this is another conspiracy against Meng Anran.

But this time, I was also involved.