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That evening, Nan Yehe also checked what the nearest Sunday before the 20th was, and it turned out to be December 17th, which was also the press conference for Yang Lai's new film "Old Stories Across the Strait".
Once the time was confirmed, at ten o'clock, Nan Yehe called Nan Fengting.
For some reason, the call didn't go through the first time I tried.
It was Sunday night, and it was unusual for Nanfengting to forget about work the next day, no matter how much she loved to have fun.
Nan Yehe frowned and looked at the date.
It's not a special day; Valentine's Day is still a while away. Did he go to dig coal in the middle of the night?
Forget it, let's try to contact someone else first; she should know more about what Xu Jiu did that day.
Nan Yehe handed her phone to Xu Jiu, who was watching the commotion, completely forgetting something.
“Barrier, I’m in a vegetative state right now. If I call at 10 p.m., won’t Yang Lai be so scared that she’ll go to the hospital and stab someone?” Xu Jiu was very self-aware.
Now you know what horror is? Nan Yehe despised this double standard; it was as if the person who called and texted her back then wasn't her at all.
By the way, speaking of which, the idiotic art style back then doesn't match the current Xu Jiu at all.
It seems this was planned in advance.
Nan Yehe looked at her with a knowing expression, "It seems you do understand."
No wonder that tall man surnamed Chen was so scared before. In front of me, Xu Jiu really put on a great persona. No wonder he is a member of a certain department.
Xu Jiu looked completely bewildered and didn't argue with her.
Now I'm feeling lost.
Nan Yehe shook her head, turned over, pulled the blanket up, and closed her eyes.
When Nan Yehe woke up the next day, she realized how tired she had been the day before.
It wasn't until she arrived at her office that she was temporarily free from those eerie stares.
Is it really that obvious?
Nan Yehe turned on the front-facing camera, and in the picture, her face was rosy and her eyes even shone.
"President Nan, the system has a built-in beauty filter," Xu Jiu kindly reminded her from the side.
Oh, Nan Yehe turned off the beauty filter.
As Hao Yuan pushed open the office door, a cell phone whistled through the air. She nimbly dodged to the side, faintly hearing the sharp sound of it rubbing against the wind.
The general manager's skills have improved significantly!
The fear in Hao Yuan's eyes was even suppressed by admiration.
She looked at Nan Yehe, who looked haggard with dark circles under her eyes, but remained calm, and seemed to be surrounded by... an aura of righteousness?!
General Manager, do you think you can cover up the fact that a murder almost happened just now?
Hao Yuan expressed her anger by silently closing the door.
She lifted her foot, about to hand over the report, when the door behind her was suddenly pushed open, hitting Secretary Hao on the back of the head.
"Aaaaaaah!"
The daily screams (1/1) were followed by the employees calmly raising their heads, then calmly lowering them again, and returning to their work.
Inside the office, Hao Yuan was covering the back of her head, looking accusingly at the person at the door.
However, upon seeing the man's appearance at the door, her gaze paused, she subtly trembled, took a small step back, and then smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Nan."
Nan Yehe, who was looking at the computer, frowned. Had Hao Yuan been knocked silly? Why was she greeting him again?
She turned her gaze from the computer screen to the doorway.
The man was tall, dressed in a well-tailored suit and overcoat, with his hair neatly styled and a clean and refreshing appearance. He was a handsome and accomplished man.
Yes, Nanfengting.
"I don't know why, but I can't help but laugh when I see him." Xu Jiu sat on Nan Yehe's desk, looking at Nan Fengting who was standing at the door with his phone in his hand with amusement.
"Put your things down first, then come in later," Nan Yehe said to Hao Yuan.
The latter seemed to have received an imperial edict, quickly put down the documents, turned around and walked out with quick and elegant steps, even closing the door behind him.
Nan Fengting put down her hand, took a few big steps over, and collapsed onto the sofa near the desk.
This suggests that they are biological children.
Xu Jiu rested his chin on his hand and nodded.
"What are you doing here?" Nan Yehe looked at Nan Fengting playing with her phone, the very one she had just thrown out. Surprisingly, the phone was still in good condition; even though the screen was cracked, it was still usable.
"I'm talking to Dong Qinteng about something." Nan Fengting raised her head slightly, swiping her phone, her tone somewhat puzzled. "Didn't you call me last night about something? Why are you questioning me now?"
I still remember this incident; it wasn't too crazy.
Nan Yehe put away the documents in her hand. "I called you here because I wanted to ask you about your relationship with your girlfriend."
Nan Fengting was playing on her phone when she heard this, and her face immediately darkened.
He does look a bit like that when he's angry, but Nan Yehe knows that this guy is just posing and has probably already started brainstorming.
She was right. Nan Fengting was also wondering how Nan Yehe knew about this. The tabloids hadn't even heard a word about it, but her own family members were well-informed.
This logic seems a bit flawed, but he doesn't have time to deal with it right now.
"Cough, it's all a misunderstanding, nothing serious," Nan Fengting said vaguely, then questioned Nan Yehe, "How did you know?"
His friends had no connection with Nan Yehe, and he had also kept those silly kids quiet with toys and snacks.
"That's not important." Nan Yehe was too lazy to beat around the bush and went straight to the point, "Did you meet with Xu Jiu from Xusheng Media last month?"
This question is even stranger; the implication is too obvious, so obvious that it's suspicious.
Nan Fengting continued scrolling through her phone, saying casually, "I've seen her before, she came to pick someone up."
"What was her condition like at the time? Tell me everything about her clothes, makeup, and the items she was carrying." Nan Yehe opened a new document, ready to take notes.
Although Nan Fengting's thought process was rather peculiar, his thinking was absolutely flexible. Instead of answering Nan Yehe's question directly, he gave an expression as if his eyes had been burned by the sun.
"Are you being harassed by someone?"
The air fell silent the moment those words were spoken.
Xu Jiu stood behind the sofa, placed his hands on Nan Fengting's neck, and smiled at Nan Yehe.
Should we silence him?
Nan Yehe ignored her joke and broke the mysterious silence, "No, we're just investigating. Xu Jiu had an accident at our construction site, didn't you know?"
"Hey, we're not in the same district, so don't push this onto me. I'm still very dedicated to my job."
"Heh, speaking of dedication," Nan Yehe sneered, "Dedicated, you went out fooling around last night. Be careful the old man finds out and breaks your legs."
"Oh dear..." Nan Fengting retorted as she opened her camera, "How could that be! I went out to do something important..."
He was about to say the word when he was so frightened by the scene before him that he lost his words.
Holy crap!
Nan Yehe had just turned on the front camera, and as soon as the camera was on, the phone screen naturally showed his face and... a pale woman's face!
“President Nan, I don’t want to bother you either, but the CEO said…” Hao Yuan pushed open the door, and what greeted her was a familiar cell phone, accompanied by an even more terrifying sound than before. In a daze, she seemed to see light!
There was absolutely no time to run!
Hao Yuan frowned, looked down at her nose, and leaned back in a backbend!
This company is truly full of talented people!
Xu Jiu was amazed, Nan Yehe remained expressionless, Nan Fengting was still in shock, and Secretary Hao... could only chuckle.
"Tina said there's a meeting about the new property development at 2 PM this afternoon, and she told me to make sure to let you know." Hao Yuan straightened up, patted her skirt, and said with a smile, "President Nan, please continue."
Then, abandoning all pretense of elegance, she quickly withdrew.
The door closed for less than two seconds before it opened again. Hao Yuan rushed in like a primary school sprint champion, put Nan Yehe's phone away, and then went back out and closed the door again.
Nan Yehe glanced at the phone screen that had been smashed into a postmodern aesthetic, then at Nan Fengting, whose face had turned pale with fright but who still maintained that arrogant, paralyzed posture.
"She...she...she...she...she...she..." Nan Fengting turned around and saw nothing.
He breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head, and saw Xu Jiu sitting next to him with a smile.
Nan Fengting finally understood what it meant to gasp in shock; his breath caught in his throat for a moment.
He reached out his hand absentmindedly and said with a subconscious smile, "Miss Xu, it's a pleasure to meet you."
In a sense, they are definitely biological children.
This psychological resilience.
Xu Jiu briefly shook Nan Fengting's hand, giving him a polite yet slightly eerie smile. "We meet again, Mr. Nan."
Before he could finish his sentence, Nan Yehe interrupted the pleasantries directly, coldly saying, "Stop talking nonsense and tell me what I asked you earlier."
"Alright, it's a human life after all." Nan Fengting's gaze towards Xu Jiu had changed from initial horror to a strange sympathy. "To be honest, it's been a while since that incident, and I don't remember what she was wearing at all. But the only thing I remember is that she didn't dress like a leader that day; she dressed more like a college student."
Nan Yehe quickly typed out this information.
Is there anything else? She raised her eyes and looked at Nan Fengting.
“That’s all.” Nan Fengting shrugged. “I was only there because of my ex-girlfriend, I didn’t pay attention to anyone else, it’s good enough that I can remember this one.”
"Alright, that makes sense," Nan Yehe said, not wanting to make things difficult for him. "Then help me contact your ex-girlfriend. She should know more than you do."
The process, which was going smoothly, ran into problems here.
Nan Fengting didn't want to call Yang Lai.
“I’ll give you her number, you can call her.” Nan Fengting rubbed her forehead, her head throbbing as if she’d drunk two hundred bottles of fake liquor the night before. “I’ll start arguing with her every time I talk to her.”
“If I call, I’ll just waste a lot of time explaining.” Nan Yehe gave him a look that said, “Can’t you be a little more mature?” “Alright, let’s not waste any more time. Find a way to arrange for her to meet me yourself. I have to work.”
They ask questions and then deny everything? There's no brotherly or sisterly love left. Nan Fengting was a little worried.
However, Yang Lai's side is even more worrying.
Tsk.
Watching Nan Fengting leave with a worried look on his face, Xu Jiu sat back down at his desk, picked up one of Nan Yehe's pens, and analyzed, "Your brother really likes Yang Lai. Asking Yang Lai out is more of a headache for him than encountering a ghost."
Is this what you call really liking it?
Nan Ye reported with skepticism.
"Didn't you notice?" Xu Jiu enjoyed the process of analyzing people's psychology. "When you mentioned your girlfriend, you didn't say who it was, but he immediately thought of Yang Lai, and almost made a slip of the tongue. Isn't that obvious enough?"
It is indeed surprising that Nanfengting could have such complex emotional insights.
“Moreover, it’s been several weeks since the incident of picking someone up, and he still remembers it like this. I have a guess.” Xu Jiu pulled out his pen. “They must have met recently.”
It's a spy movie, even Nan Yehe wanted to applaud her. Those two are the undercover agent and the contact in the plot.
"Putting them aside, what do you think of your outfit that day?" Nan Yehe looked at the computer screen. "This kind of attire... you're not going to do business, you're more like going on a trip."
I've already said the situation isn't urgent, so it's definitely not a meeting.
“I might need to blend in with the crowd,” Xu Jiu said, looking at the nib of his pen. “But if I drive there myself, it might seem like I don’t fit in, which is a bit of a conflict.”
If Xu Jiu has a high profile, then this would be reasonable, to facilitate future actions. But she herself is very low-key, so there's absolutely no need for this.
"Talk to Yang Lai and then think about it," Xu Jiu said. "Also, tell Officer Li about the car."
Nan Yehe nodded and took the phone.
Upon seeing the screen, she paused for two seconds, then opened the drawer and took out another one.
Xu Jiu smiled, capped the pen, and put it back in the pen holder.
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