Outside the gate, Wang Jinhua paced anxiously at the entrance.
In Liuhua Alley, this quadrangle dwelling had been Chen Hai's residence for many years, and she had known about it.
Even, back in the day, she had been fortunate enough to visit and be a guest here.
When her company's artist, Zhang Xi, was taken away by the National Security Agency, news had reached her immediately.
Having been in the entertainment industry for so many years, her connections in Capital City were certainly not lacking.
If Zhang Xi had just been taken to a police station, she might have been able to pull some strings and help her out.
But now, with her having been taken by the National Security Agency, she felt utterly in the dark and somewhat helpless.
Blacken the name of her former boss Chen Hai? Just thinking about what Zhang Xi had done made Wang Jinhua's teeth itch with rage.
On a personal level, she really didn't want to bother with her and was content to let her fend for herself.
