Su Tang leaned against Lu Xiao, tilting her head up to look at him. "So how much have you found out? Is there anything I can do to help?"
Lu Xiao held her hand and pressed it against his cheek, his chin resting on the top of her head.
"We've identified the driver. It's Zhou, an old-timer here at the camp. He'd been with my superior for five years and always seemed like an honest, simple man. But last month, he suddenly built a brick house for his family back home."
"Is it..."
Su Tang frowned. The name was on the tip of her tongue, but she ultimately didn't say it.
Lu Xiao was the second-in-command, so it was obvious who his superior was. Su Tang knew his surname was Zhao.
"I think I saw his wife at the hospital. She was coming in a lot recently to pick up blood pressure medication, and she always complained that her husband was so busy he was never home."
"That's him."
A cold glint flashed in Lu Xiao's eyes as the corners of his lips curved into a sneer.
