At those words, the other two turned pale as well.
The room fell silent for a long while.
Song Ning said, "I don't care what you think, but I believe we need to look into Zhou Yuanhang's movements over the past few days as soon as possible! His is the only name I can connect to a sail!"
Han Xiao's expression darkened, and he nodded. "I'll get on it right away!"
When Song Ning and Xiong Gang came out of the meeting room again, Yu Zhengyang was curled into a ball on the bench beside it.
A Zhong and A Qing stood some distance away, both at a loss for what to do.
Hearing the door open, Yu Zhengyang slowly raised his head.
"Can I... go in and see her?"
Song Ning nodded.
It took an enormous effort for Yu Zhengyang to get to his feet. A Zhong moved to help him, but he waved him off and made his way inside, supporting himself against the wall.
The door closed from the inside, and all remained silent within.
The others waited in the adjoining room, all somewhat worried.
Only after a full twenty minutes did stifled, anguished sobs rise from the meeting room next door.
His cries grew louder and louder, the grief in them enough to affect everyone nearby.
Han Xiao went to make some calls and did not return until a full hour later.
Finding a moment when only Song Ning and Xiong Gang were present, he said quietly, "Several sources have confirmed that, during the days we've been away from the capital, Zhou Yuanhang has only been traveling back and forth between Qingbei and the hospital. There are plenty of witnesses! He hasn't left Capital City!"
Song Ning's brows knitted deeply.
Xiong Gang said, "Perhaps we should