Lu Shao is cunning; Miss Nan has fallen for his tricks again.

Chapter 86 The Fallen Nanshan

Looking at the girl's delicate face, Cui Tinglan smiled knowingly and pinched the girl's soft cheek.

The next day, just as Song Jingyun sat down in her office chair, Luna entered Song Jingyun's office with information about the man wearing a mask and hat from yesterday's surveillance footage.

"President Song, I've found the person, but I only have some incomplete information." He handed the document to Song Jingyun.

The available information is already extremely limited.

Only a name, age, and a somewhat blurry ID photo were found. Everything else was blank; even the most basic home address was missing.

Luna pursed her lips, not daring to look up at Song Jingyun.

She has been working with Song Jingyun for two or three years and has never encountered such a thing before. She even began to doubt her own skills.

Song Jingyun took the document, opened it, and frowned as she looked at the large blank spaces inside.

Luna is a well-known hacker in Nanjiang, ranking among the top in the country. If even she couldn't find her, you can imagine how powerful the person behind her is.

He might not even be as good as the Huo family. Since Song Jingtang knows such a powerful person, why should he bother to please Madam Huo?

What exactly is hidden behind this?

"Mr. Song, should we ask Miss about this?"

Song Jingyun shook her head, a hint of displeasure in her beautiful eyes. "You can go out now."

Luna nodded and left the office.

She is the one in charge of the Song family. If Song Jingtang is going to interfere in everything, then the entire Song family might as well be handed over to her to manage.

It wasn't that she couldn't stand Song Jingtang being above her; she just didn't want to drag Song Jingtang into a place that didn't belong to her.

Song Jingtang has no tricks up his sleeve and a stubborn personality. He entered a circle that didn't belong to him, and he didn't fare well.

As the older sister, she should take good care of her younger sister.

After working tirelessly for two days and two nights, he finally found out where Cui Tinglan was. Without hesitation, he sent Cui Tinglan's flight information to Song Jingtang.

Looking at the message Ye Lan sent on his phone, Song Jingtang's tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed.

Although it was several days after I left, at least I got some news.

The flight's final destination is Sweden.

She had looked into Cui Tinglan; although she was of pure Chinese descent, she held British citizenship.

Tracy's adoptive parents were also well-known wine merchants in England, so her influence couldn't extend that far.

Even if they hadn't met, she wouldn't have had much power to interfere in foreign affairs.

She still had the strength to put up a fight against Huo Xingchuan, but her methods were limited to Nanjiang.

Besides, she has association matters to attend to in China, so how could she possibly go abroad?

Song Jingtang looked worried. Would he fail again? If he lost this opportunity, would there be another one?

She has too many concerns, just like last time.

She had another purpose for returning to China this time: to find Pei Yi.

Song Jingtang paced back and forth in his office, wondering whether she should ask him for help.
But she simply couldn't meet that person's demands!
On one side is the person you've loved for so long, and on the other is an abyss for the rest of your life.

Even if he gets Cui Tinglan, he will ruin the rest of his life.

In the end, Song Jingtang gave up the idea of ​​finding that person. She could wait longer; she couldn't gamble away the rest of her life.

Song Jingtang called Ye Lan and told him to go to Sweden immediately.

In the suburbs of Beijing, in a dilapidated old residential building that had been neglected for years, Nanshan drove his expensive Mercedes-Benz slowly in. The old and run-down neighborhood and the valuable Mercedes-Benz formed a stark contrast.

Nanshan stopped the car and got out with disgust, but felt there was nowhere to step. The garbage heap not far away emitted the stench of rotting food mixed with various kinds of trash.

His family had moved in a week ago, but he still couldn't get used to the filthy environment. Nanshan couldn't bear to look at it, but he had no choice but to step into the apartment building.

The hallway was dark and damp, with the lights flickering intermittently. It was also cluttered with miscellaneous items and a dilapidated shoe cabinet.

This makes the already crowded stairwell even narrower, allowing only one person to pass at a time.

Nanshan frowned in annoyance, looked at the tattered shoes at his feet, and disdainfully kicked them down the stairs.

It's number 302 again!
When Nanshan first moved in, he had a verbal altercation with the resident of apartment 302. Nanshan had lived a life of luxury in his large villa for many years, and everything at home and in his company was perfectly organized.

On the day of the move, a middle-aged couple from apartment 302 happened to be doing a big cleaning and left all the cardboard, beverage bottles, and other accumulated items in the hallway.

Nanshan couldn't help but complain a bit, and was immediately met with a barrage of curses from the wife. The couple came from humble backgrounds and used all sorts of vulgar language.

Nanshan left in shame and indignation, and it was only after Nanyu smoothed things over by giving some gifts that the matter was resolved.

The couple ran a night market food stall and rarely saw each other. They had been living there for a week, and they only saw each other on the day they moved in.

Sun Mei and Wang Jianhua carried the ingredients they had just bought from the wholesale market into the residential building. They saw a black old Beijing cloth shoe with two holes lying alone in the stairwell.

“Jianhua, look, old Beijing cloth shoes! You complained last time that I didn’t buy you new shoes, but look, everyone else is wearing old Beijing cloth shoes. He’s even more pitiful than you, wearing shoes with two holes in them.” Sun Mei said, laughing and teasing Wang Jianhua.

Wang Jianhua looked closely and realized that these were his shoes.

His shoe already had a hole in it, and last night when he set up his stall it was too dark, and it got caught on the wire next to the cart, which cut a hole in it.

Therefore, his foot was still bleeding, and there were still traces of blood on the surface of his shoe.

"Honey, those look like my shoes."

Sun Mei paused on the stairs. "Nonsense! Your shoe clearly has one hole, but this shoe has two holes."

She thought this was just another excuse for Wang Jianhua to buy shoes.

"Don't even think about buying shoes. I'll buy you a nice pair after the kid graduates from university." Sun Mei went upstairs without looking back.

Wang Jianhua opened his mouth but closed it again, looking at it again and again, thinking it might just be a coincidence.

The people who live here are all frugal, and you can often see old Beijing cloth shoes here.

When Sun Mei reached her doorstep, she put down what she was holding and reached into her cloth bag to find her keys.

After opening the door, Sun Mei held onto the door frame with one hand and took out slippers from the old shoe cabinet by the door with the other.

After changing my shoes, I bent down to put the shoes I had just taken off into the shoe cabinet and saw a pair of old Beijing cloth shoes that had been placed on the stairwell. Now only one shoe was left.

Sun Mei frowned and looked around but couldn't find the other one.

Now she remembered what Wang Jianhua had said. Could it be that the shoe downstairs really belonged to Wang Jianhua?

But how could this be? How did shoes from the third floor end up on the second-floor stairwell?
Wang Jianhua looked at Sun Mei, who was standing at the door and not going in, and asked in confusion, "Wife, the door is open, why don't you go in?"

“That cloth shoe downstairs looks like yours.” Sun Mei leaned on the railing with both hands and looked down, searching for the cloth shoe from earlier.

Sun Mei hurriedly went downstairs and picked up the cloth shoe from the second floor and brought it back to the third floor.

This residential building has only five floors; you can only go up to the fourth and fifth floors.

There are four other households upstairs, three of which are long-time neighbors. Their shoe racks and shoes have been in the hallway for over ten years, and no one has ever kicked them downstairs.

Except for that annoying new guy who just moved in!
(End of this chapter)