Zhao Chengke squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at Anya with a cold gaze.
The detective holding the notebook was already preparing to take the record.
"That person is called Fujiwara Seiho, he came together with an old man, I don't know his name, only know the surname Lu, they…"
Anya started speaking.
"Stop!" Zhao Chengke suddenly interrupted Anya, his face darkened, "Fujiwara Seiho? Is this person from Dongyang?"
Anya was stunned, then nodded, "Yes, he's from Dongyang."
Zhao Chengke asked in a deep voice, "How do you know someone from Dongyang? Are you very familiar with him? You work in archaeology, right, haven't you learned modern history? You can't be unaware of what people from Dongyang are like, can you? You don't even have this basic professional integrity?"
