After leaving the courtyard house, the two of them drove back. In this conversation, Luo Zheng didn't obtain any substantial clues; it was all just baseless rumors and speculations, not to be taken seriously. It made sense; given Mr. Li's status and style, if there were any clues about his daughter's murder, he would have already retaliated furiously and wouldn't have waited this long. Luo Zheng felt even more disheartened. What could he do without clues?
Irritated emotions slowly crept into his mind. Luo Zheng leaned back in the passenger seat, closing his eyes to rest while thinking of solutions. The matter had already been twenty years without any clues; with things changing and people different, how could he trace it? Thinking of the difficulties made him furrow his brows in worry.
Focusing on driving, Lan Xue glanced at Luo Zheng and, guessing what Luo Zheng was thinking, said sympathetically, "Don't rush; take it slow. There will be clues eventually."
