"Kafka."
"Little boss."
The two met up without a hitch at the corner across the street from the school.
Feilanz opened the car door and got into the driver's seat, while Ye Xunzhi settled into the passenger seat and buckled up.
Without even needing her to ask, Feilanz professionally began briefing her on the current situation.
"I went to see Zhan Tang's mother that day. She wouldn't talk at first and said she needed a night to think. Since you told me not to use overly forceful methods, I waited until that time was up."
"Then, the next day, she received word that her daughter was going to be taken into police custody."
Feilanz turned toward her. "She probably thought you were behind it. She insisted on seeing you."
As they exchanged information, the car slowly arrived at their destination, the old district.
Ye Xunzhi followed behind Feilanz, with vendors calling out from the shops on either side, and the two entered an old residential building.
Zhan Tang's mother lived on the second floor. Before knocking, Ye Xunzhi smiled.
"Then let's see what she has to say to me."
The homeowner seemed to have been waiting for them all along. Within a minute, the door opened, revealing a woman whose face seemed to have aged ten years overnight.
At the sight of Ye Xunzhi, she froze, then awkwardly wiped her hands on her apron and welcomed them inside.
"Hello, Miss Ye, Mr. Ye. Please come in and sit down."
"Mr. Ye?" Ye Xunzhi asked in confusion.
Where did this Mr. Ye come from?
Exhibition's Mom paused. "Yes, isn't this Mr. Ye your older brother?"
Well, well, Kafka. Making up an older brother for me, are you?
Feilanz's smile stiffened. *I never thought she'd hear about this herself. I've taken the