"Um... Miss An, we've already searched this secret room." Wang Song, the head of the City A Police Station, couldn't help but remind An Yiqing as he watched her feeling around the walls of the secret room. He sighed internally, thinking that An Yiqing was just being stubborn. They had searched this secret room more than twenty times, and if there was something here, they would have found it by now.
Despite his dissatisfaction, Wang Song kept it to himself, showing a posture of letting Miss An do as she pleased.
An Yiqing did not reply. She glanced indifferently at Wang Song and turned her head back to the secret room.
