No one spoke until the car had left the Xia residence.
Weiwei sat beside Mo Shian with her purse resting on her lap. Her hand remained over it, protecting the broken half of the phoenix brooch inside.
"Do you think Fang Zhang believed your explanation?" Mo Shian asked.
"No."
"She knows the brooch is important."
"Yes."
"Then she will make another move tonight."
"That's what I'm expecting."
Weiwei took out her phone and called Tang Yichen.
He answered with the sound of traffic in the background.
"Did you get it?"
"Yes."
"Good. Fang Zhang's driver is still at Lin Central Station. He spent twenty minutes arguing with the station manager about a locker that doesn't exist."
"Did he notice your people?"
"No. He thinks the manager is incompetent and hiding something from him."
A trace of amusement entered Tang's voice.
