After a while, Qiao Ye's face was filled with Yang Yao's information.

"After so many years abroad, he has made progress," Qiao Ye glanced at the man's basic information and focused on observing his trend after returning home. "The first thing to return home is to contact his old classmates? I can't see that he is still such a loving person."

Sure enough, before long, Qiao Ye found clues from the chat records between Yang Yao and his friends.

Yang Yao: I left after graduating from junior high school. There are few students I can contact. Do you know what their situation is now?

Classmate: except for those who dropped out of junior high school, everyone is doing very well.

Yang Yao: Oh... In fact, I can't remember the names of my classmates clearly. I only remember the few who sat close at that time... Bai Tong, Li Jie and Xiao Mei.

Classmate: Bai Tong is now working in the hospital. Li Jie seems to have opened a small company, which is good for her classmates. Xiao Mei's family is already very good. It seems that she has studied abroad for several years. Now she should open a cafe.

Yang Yao: what business does Xiao Mei do at home? I've just returned home. I happen to have something in the business circle to deal with people in China. If I were a classmate, I think it would be more convenient to come.

Classmate: you can ask the right person. I really know something about Xiao Mei's enterprise

Next, the topic of the two people always revolved around the Xiao family. Then they talked about the domestic economic situation. Yang Yao said that he would hold a cocktail party in the near future to contact the friendship between his old classmates. He also invited the classmate who talked with him to help him deal with the connection of the cocktail party. The conversation ended happily.

If Xiao Mei hadn't had an accident, Qiao ye would really think it was just an ordinary conversation, but now looking at the chat records between the two people, I just think Yang Yao approached Xiao Mei with a purpose from the beginning.

A faint light flashed in Qiao Ye's eyes and provoked a funny smile at the corners of his mouth.

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In a dark office, Yang Yao sat in front of the computer, staring at the photos on the computer without blinking.

Some are elegant and quiet cafes, some are colorful bars, some are bustling streets, and some even look very British campus.

His hand gently touched the screen, with a cigarette between his fingertips, and sporadic flames flickering.

The phone at hand suddenly rang.

"Mr. Yang, she has changed another hotel. Do you need us to follow up?"

Yang Yao put the cigarette out in the ashtray and said calmly, "no, just send me the address and room number."

"There has always been someone following her. We couldn't find the room number." the tone of the person at the other end of the phone was a little nervous. It was obvious that he didn't work well. "The address is Yanyi Hotel on Anyi road."

Yang Yao frowned and his voice was particularly low. "I don't know the room number. What's the use of just telling me a hotel address?"

"Please give us some time. The technicians are already checking," the person at the other end of the phone hurriedly said. "When we find the news, we will inform you as soon as possible!"

"A bunch of rubbish." the man hung up the phone without hesitation, got up and began to dress.

Just then, the phone rang again.

He impatiently picked up the phone and looked at it, only to find that it was a phone number he had never seen before.