C77 Xiangjiang Is a Smoke Grenade

Late into the night, a solitary dim yellow light still glowed in the office.

Thankfully, the air conditioning was running; otherwise, the office would have been unbearable.

Zhang Xinyue had scoured the computer for information but failed to find anything pertinent to them.

"We'll have to make a trip to Xiangjiang to uncover the real story," she concluded