Under the night, Zhang Guoqing's face showed no change, but his heart was pounding. He had a hunch that this Hu Xiaohui was the same Hu Xiaohui.
Who else in the world could forge records without leaving a single photo? How could someone just leave a perfectly good university like that?
He understood too well what a household registration represented. If an ordinary person lost their registration, could they survive? It only meant that someone had already handled it for her.
Even those enemy agents wouldn't dare act recklessly. Someone appearing at a new address without matching identity? Isn't that courting death?
Such a multitude of thoughts flashed in a moment, Zhang Guoqing silently took over, holding the envelope, looking at his brother who was as thin as a skeleton, resolutely pulled his hand.
"Do you mind if Zhou Jiao knows?"
Li Qinglin smiled, "Looking for you means she'll know too? I trust the two of you."
