"There's no address," An Hao pointed to the spot altered with pencil and said, "This must have been deliberately changed. What I don't understand is, if they don't want to expose their address, why would they send someone to deliver a letter? Is there something special about their address, or is there some secret that cannot be shared with others?"
"You're thinking the same as me," Yan Ye said.
"If that's the case, isn't Qin Jian now in the center of danger?" After the initial excitement and agitation, An Hao immediately sank into deep worry.
"The priority is to find out where Qin Jian is. Who was the messenger?" Yan Ye said with regret, "I once sat in the same vehicle as that messenger, but I didn't know he was delivering a letter for Qin Jian. At that time, I even found him annoyingly talkative; thinking about it now, I truly regret it."
"You can't blame yourself," Zhang Yun wiped away her tear-soaked eyes, "Maybe it's fate. Many things are predestined."
