C509 Misunderstanding

About three days later.

Zhou Cheng's Private Detective Agency was still cold and deserted. It was just that his shop was too weird, not like a detective agency at all, but more like an antique shop.

Lin Xiao was wearing a loose black T-shirt and was sitting on the sofa with his brows furrowed. Behind him, Lao Mo was leaning against a black antique table