Author: Xiao Longyue

Ling Bei's breathing accelerated involuntarily, and when he looked at the woman in the photo, he felt inexplicably familiar.

"Your coffee."

Just when Ling Bei's attention was about to fall completely into memory, searching for information about the woman, the waiter's polite voice unexpectedly interrupted Ling Bei's thoughts.

"Well, thank you." Ling Bei nodded slightly and turned off the screen of his phone, still looking indifferent to happiness and anger.

The strong and bitter taste of black coffee suddenly spread along with the heat.

Ling Bei didn't pick it up to taste, but just waited quietly for two seconds, letting the mellow aroma of black coffee fill the tip of his nose.

"I have to rely on this thing to cheer me up." Ling Bei curled his lips helplessly, staring at the coffee in front of him and falling into deep contemplation.

He has indeed not had much rest for two days. Although Ling Bei has long been accustomed to high-intensity work and poor quality rest on weekdays, his restlessness for two consecutive days still makes him feel particularly tired now.

I have to admit that he was a little distracted just now.

The rich aroma of coffee overflowed. Ling Bei's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, but he still decided to pick up the coffee cup in front of him and take a sip.

Ling Bei has actually given up coffee for many years. After all, given his mental state, caffeine will do more harm to him than ordinary people.

And today is obviously not a time to be willful.

But when the long-lost bitterness completely filled Ling Bei's mouth, his somewhat mechanized brain did gradually wake up.

Ling Bei took a deep breath, then picked up the phone on the table again and reopened the photos, hoping to find some new clues.

But this time his eyes were directly fixed on the inscription on the chest of the young woman in the photo.

Ling Bei kept enlarging the photo, hoping to see the pattern on the inscription clearly. He always felt that the inscription seemed familiar. Maybe as long as he confirmed the information about this inscription, he could also find out the information about this group of people at the same time.

However, the dim lighting and the unfavorable shooting environment made it difficult for Ling Bei to see clear details directly from the blurry photos, so he immediately took a screenshot of the key parts of the photo and sent it to anyone along with the original image.

Qin.

"Hey, Ren Qin."

After sending the picture, Ling Bei quickly received a call from Ren Qin: "How is the situation? Can you find accurate information about those details?"

"Mr. Ling, I have already sent you the specific pictures of the inscription and the special binding method."

Ren Qin's tone seemed a little different and serious: "But we may not be able to find the relevant introduction."

"Can't find it?" This conclusion was unexpected to Ling Bei, but when he opened the picture sent to him by Ren Qin full of doubts, he instantly understood what the other party meant.

Ling Bei's hands began to tremble unconsciously.

"Mr. Ling." Ren Qin seemed to sense Ling Bei's strange silence, so he spoke carefully: "Although we can't find the specific information about these things, you should be very familiar with the relevant information, right?

"After all, these all come from Rongcheng and the Ling family."

There was no response from the phone for a long time.

After a long while, after Ling Bei silently calmed down, his tone was tinged with obvious sarcasm: "So what if I'm from the Ling family? Even Ling Ganshan has broken off relations with the Ling family for more than 20 years. In addition to my surname,

What does this surname know more about than you do?"
Chapter completed!