1920 Ji Qing and Gu Hengbo Used to Be Fellow Disciples
Mo Dong knew that he was teasing him. Previously, he didn't like Qiao Nian, and now he was defending her.
His ears and face were a little hot, and his expression was a little awkward. He glared at Mo Xi but didn't say anything. He quickly left.
* * *
In the room on the second floor.
Qiao Nian opened her laptop and logged into the Red Alliance's software.
She saw a series of messages from Slim Waist Control.
Qiao Nian pulled out a chair and sat down. Then, she moved the mouse and opened the unread messages one by one.
[Slim Waist Control: I've found out something about Ji Qing.]
[Slim Waist Control: So, Ji Qing used to work in the First Research Institute and was a member of the Level 8 laboratory.]
[Slim Waist Control: At that time, the members of the Level 8 laboratory were very impressive. The fact that Ji Qing could enter it means that she was an extremely smart person.]
[Slim Waist Control: For some reason, that group of members separated. Ji Qing also left the First Research Institute. Her whereabouts are unknown.]
[Slim Waist Control: I've also found out that one of the members stayed in the First Research Institute. He's now the person in charge of a laboratory.]
[Slim Waist Control: He's the person in charge of the Level 5 laboratory, Gu Hengbo. He and Ji Qing were both members of the Level 8 laboratory back then. They could be considered fellow disciples. Tsk! One is dead, and the other has become the person in charge of the Level 5 laboratory. I wonder what happened back then. The members of that heaven-defying Level 8 laboratory fell apart and reached this point…]
Qiao Nian didn't move for a long time after reading the densely packed messages.
Level 8 laboratory?
Gu Hengbo?
What happened in that year?
She stared at the information Slim Waist Control had found on the computer screen and was connecting it to what she had recently found.
Qiao Nian felt an invisible thread leading her forward. Before she could grasp that thought…
Suddenly, her phone, which she had placed on the table, rang again.
Qiao Nian finally had a clue, but she was suddenly interrupted. She was in an extremely bad mood.
She leaned back in her chair in frustration and picked up the cell phone. She looked down and saw that it was another unfamiliar number from the Independent Continent.
She was a little annoyed.
No matter how the call rang, she did not pick up.
However, to her surprise, the room had just quietened down when the phone in her hand rang again. It was the same unknown number.
The other party seemed to want her to pick up the call.
Qiao Nian raised her eyebrows, her eyes cold and dark.
She simply stopped ignoring it and picked it up.
She turned on the loudspeaker and threw the phone on the table.
"Shoot."
She was very cold and arrogant.
The other party didn't seem to expect her to have such an attitude. They didn't come back to their senses for a long time. After a few seconds, he said solemnly, "I'm Ji Hongyuan. According to seniority, you should call me Sixth Great Uncle. I wanted to ask if you had time to come out and meet me."
Who was Sixth Great Uncle?
Qiao Nian frowned in frustration. Just as she was about to say that she wasn't free, she looked at her cell phone again. Recalling how often the Ji family had called her recently, she fell silent in frustration. "Where should I meet you?"
"The Intercontinental Hotel. Is it convenient for you?" The old man's voice was weathered and had a steady sense of oppression.
He had already decided on the venue first. Why did he even bother to ask if she would meet him?
If it wasn't convenient for her, would he change the place?
However, it didn't matter if the place was changed or not. She was just going over to make things clear.
