Song Guanchao pinched his brow and exhaled deeply.
Just as things settled down with Wen Ru, there was a new problem with Tan Xiang.
"No, I have to figure something out."
"Her focus isn't on the undercover cops, but on the archives!"
"As long as she can find the archives, she can come back."
"Yes, that's it."
Song Guanchao sorted his thoughts and faced difficulties again.
The items left by the captain of the criminal police team, he already had in hand.
But the USB was full of case-related information, except for the undercover archives.
He searched the house thoroughly, but there were no archives found.
Suddenly, inspiration struck Song Guanchao.
He searched for Wen Ru's number and dialed.
"What's up?"
"Where are you?"
"At home."
Song Guanchao hung up the phone and headed straight to Wen Ru's house.
The moment he knocked twice, the door opened.
Wen Ru changed into casual home clothes, with her smooth long hair resting on her shoulders, looking very gentle.
