At dinner, everyone in the villa was almost entirely focused on "Xihe".
Only Qin Xin hung her head, playing with her phone.
Even though she had Hong Jingtian use black market channels to search for that special mark, she was still worried and personally hacked into the empire's national database to search.
There was no record of that incomplete wing mark in the official database.
Could she have misseen the details at that time?
Was it not a wing, but something else?
In the rush at the racetrack just now, she didn't have time to check Charlie's vehicle on the A Continent again; otherwise, taking a picture would have been clearer.
Feeling frustrated, Zhou Yu called again.
Zhou Yu's voice was a bit small, afraid she'd get angry: "Master, there's a reporter wanting to..."
Qin Xin kept a cold face: "I said I don't accept any interviews. Don't you understand that rule?"
