The more Wang Lan deduced, the more suspicious he found Ma Bo to be, and by extension, the more suspicious Ma Bo's bodyguard seemed.
"Brother, I don't like that man," Song Jia said, noticing Wang Lan hadn't changed the channel.
"I don't like him either, but... wait a moment, I'm going to make a phone call." Wang Lan took out his cell phone and dialed Hu Qing's number.
"Wang Lan, how are things? Did you figure out what's happening with Ms. Wang?"
"My aunt is fine now. By the way, are you free right now?"
"I'm free; I'm on leave today. What's up?"
"Could you come over to Fragrant Courtyard Bay?"
"Sure! Just wait for me."
"Jiajia, go watch TV in your aunt's room. I need to find some information."
Seeing Wang Lan's serious expression, Song Jia obediently nodded.
