He followed Xia Li to Xia Meng's grave and read all of her letters.
Recently, Xia Li has often been at the research institute, occasionally checking on his condition.
But during this time, Xie Liancheng increasingly felt that Xia Meng was not dead at all.
Finally, within a month, along with Bai Youchen's investigation of Xia Meng, they locked onto this location.
"Who?" The receptionist was a Black woman, particularly impatient in her words, "This is a motel, not a nightclub."
Xie Liancheng didn't say anything, placing a few bills on the counter along with a photo.
"Xia Meng," he repeated once more.
The Black woman took the money, her expression finally changing slightly.
She glanced at the photo, "Don't know who that is, never seen her."
Due to the authority of the middle-aged man, her tone softened but she still did not admit anything.
"Xia Meng." Xie Liancheng looked at this tiny spot, his voice a bit louder, "I'm already here, why aren't you coming out."
