Xu Xiangyang felt a sense of emotion but still managed to remember to ask about the matter at hand.
"How about it, did you find any clues about Uncle Lin's whereabouts?"
"No."
His wife shook her head.
"I found the notes he left behind from back then, and various traces of the period he worked here, but still no clues about his current whereabouts."
Five years ago, Lin Xingjie killed the former president of the Stargazing Society. The old president told her something before he died: Lin Mingyuan didn't really die before him, but disappeared after being pursued by everyone and sustaining a critical injury.
Therefore, no one could be sure whether Lin Mingyuan was alive or dead, or where he might be.
"I'm already starting to get tired of this." Lin Xingjie has always been straightforward, "I've wasted too much time on this matter."
"So, do we continue?"
"Of course, we continue." She answered succinctly, "I must do what I've promised to do."
Lin Xingjie stared into his eyes.
