Leng Zirui continued to carefully examine the list of attendees at the film festival, "I suspect everyone."
Investigate when there’s suspicion, don’t overlook any possibility, pay attention to every detail—these are the principles he adheres to in his work.
Glancing at Seo Shaochuan who was yawning beside him, he showed concern, "Take a break, I’ll keep an eye on things."
"Alright, I’ll sleep for an hour. Call me later, you haven’t been sleeping much these days." Seo Shaochuan looked at his noticeably swollen profile, "I was going to say you’ve lost weight, but after Xu Xia’s slap, it seems you’ve gained it back!"
Leng Zirui laughed and shot him a look, "Go to sleep!"
Seo Shaochuan chuckled, closed his eyes, and rested. Leng Zirui raised his hand to touch his still aching face, and involuntarily Xu Xia’s tearful look reappeared in his mind.
Women are truly troublesome!
Mumbling to himself, Leng Zirui redirected his focus back to the computer.
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Wangfu Hotel, in the presidential suite.
Luo Ke was also reviewing the information he just received, which was more detailed than what he’d obtained before.
In the data, there was not only detailed information on Leng Zimo but also on Luo Xiaoqian, as well as some incidents about their relationship, including the recent rumors of their breakups and reunions. The file also mentioned their child, Luo Jun, although there were no photos.
All along, although countless reporters wanted to take photos of Luo Jun, because Leng Zimo had always been very protective of Luo Jun, photos had never leaked. Even in such a short time, even Luo Ke couldn’t obtain one.
After finishing all the files, Luo Ke furrowed his brows, "Investigate that child."


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