Qiao Wanwan slowly closed her eyes, feeling a splitting headache. "You forgot, I saw Jing Ting in the slums last night. He had already signed this contract then. If he could recognize me, he would have revealed his identity then."

"Yes, it seems that Zhan Ye avoided our people and left the slum last night because Zhan Xiuwen called him in for negotiations."

"Yes, Jiang Dong, it seems this matter is getting increasingly complicated." Qiao Wanwan opened her eyes. "Is Jing Ting still in that hotel?"

"yes."

Qiao Wanwan suddenly stood up. "I want to see him, whether he acknowledges me or not, I want to see him!"

The rain is still falling, but it's not as heavy as it was a couple of days ago.

The sky was always gloomy, just like the gloom in Qiao Wanwan's heart, which she could not shake off.

Since the house collapsed, Zhan Jingting has been staying at a small hotel nearby.

Qiao Wanwan only sent people to keep an eye on things; today was the first time she had set foot there.

The hotel was very dilapidated. In the past, Zhan Jingting would never have set foot in such a place, but now he could actually stay there, which shows how much he had silently endured.

"Madam." One of Zhan Jingting's men, who had accompanied her to the hotel, greeted her. "She's been in her room the whole time and hasn't come out for the past two days."

Qiao Wanwan asked, "What about his meals?"

"We all order takeout."

Qiao Wanwan arrived at Zhan Jingting's room on the second floor and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

Qiao Wanwan said, "I know you're inside. Open the door, I have something to tell you."

After waiting for a while, no one opened the door.

Qiao Wanwan curiously pressed her ear against the door, and the next second, her brow furrowed. "Something's not right, Jiang Dong, open the door!"