Sun Jiajun asked Director Guo and the others to return to the hotel first. He stood in the parking lot and called Wu Qiangwei.
Wei Zhou's arrest was a misunderstanding, and he had to explain it clearly to Wu Qiangwei.
"Wait a minute..."
He suddenly hung up the phone, clutching his mobile, frowning as he thought.
Isn't this whole thing a bit too coincidental?
Wu Qiangwei had just been listed as wanted, and a few hours later, Wei Zhou was reported.
It all seemed like it was meticulously orchestrated.
Even someone as slow as Sun Jiajun realized that there was something eerie about this situation.
He took out a cigarette and lit it, pondering over a cigarette's time, feeling that things were too coincidental, yet unable to confirm if someone was deliberately stirring the pot.
If there was someone, what was their motive?
He couldn't help thinking of Zhang Yan.
The only person who could offer him advice on this matter and help him analyze the situation seemed to be Zhang Yan.
