At this moment, the female chief was wearing a light blue gauze nightgown, with a coat draped over her shoulders, leaning tiredly against the sofa, holding a cup of hot milk in her hand.
Seeing Fang Ze come in, the female chief glanced at him and then said flatly, "Finding me so early, it's probably good news that's also bad news, right?"
Fang Ze's gaze lingered on the female chief for a moment, suddenly feeling that the female chief in casual clothes seemed less sharp and more feminine. He nodded and said, "Yes. I have confirmed the number of Dahei Jialuo's believers. And also identified one of their identities."
"But his identity is somewhat special and influential. So I thought it would be best to report to you first."
Hearing Fang Ze's words, the female chief took a sip of milk and then pondered for a moment, "Is it Councilor Huang?"
