Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots-Chapter 505 - 308 T·D genuine leaks, ladies are crazy for it!

Upon exiting the police station, Luo Yisan fastened his hat and placed his phone to his ear to dial a number, his other hand tucked into his trench coat pocket.

Walking with his hands in his trench coat pockets seemed to be a habitual action for him.

But there was another person... who also had the same habit. (Revealed below~)

Captain Fu and the officers stood at the entrance of the surveillance room, watching as Luo Yisan’s figure gradually disappeared down the corridor, powerless to do anything.

In the absence of sufficient evidence, they could not interfere with the personal freedom and legal rights of the public.

However... when Luo Yisan paused in the corner of the corridor to make a phone call, Captain Fu immediately had the officers turn on the nearby surveillance camera’s audio recording function.

"Hmm... yes... okay..."

Luo Yisan only uttered these three words before ending the call.

Captain Fu: "Just these three words? Nothing else was said?"

The officer, sweating: "Yes..."

Luo Yisan ended the call, and the phone’s call screen briefly displayed a single character.

’Shen’.

Too bad the camera couldn’t capture it.

Turning out from the corridor, the man had just lifted his foot when he bumped into someone.

It was a girl, tall and, like him, tended to walk with her eyes up, rarely looking at the path.

Luo Yisan frowned slightly, initially wanting to just walk away, but after seeing who the girl was, he paused, uncharacteristically courteous as he apologized, "Sorry... Miss Shen."

Shen Zhiqiao was holding a passport in her hand, lifting her eyelids to glance at him.

Luo Yisan had a distinctive look; although he was a doctor by profession, he carried a sinister aura that seemed to contradict the image of a typical doctor.

Especially the cold gaze he had when looking at others, even less concealed than that of her own brother.

Shen Zhiqiao furrowed her brows in puzzlement, "Why are you at the police station?"

With his hand still in his trench coat pocket, Luo Yisan grasped at nothing and his reply was as watertight as ever, "I’m not sure of the specific reason; the police called me in and just asked some questions related to the O League Medical Summit."

The O League was a mysterious organization and the medical summit organized within O League territory could involve many unusual fields.

Hence, it was possible to be summoned to the police station for questioning due to some international reasons. Shen Zhiqiao had no suspicions and, after the mention of the medical summit, thought Luo Yisan quite impressive.

He appeared to be in his twenties, only a few years older than herself, yet he could attend a medical summit organized by the O League, where his contemporaries would likely be medical experts in their thirties to forties.

Moreover, being invited by her brother to be a chief physician at Shen Hospital also proved his professional competence.

"And Miss Shen?" Luo Yisan asked.

Shen Zhiqiao was too absorbed in her thoughts and didn’t immediately grasp his question, "What about me?"

Luo Yisan’s gaze was not as icy as before, "Why have you also come to the police station?"

Shen Zhiqiao said ’Oh’, shaking the passport in her hand, "My passport has expired, I came to renew it."

Even as the daughter of the Shen Family, there were some things she needed to do herself.

However, that Luo Yisan would strike up a conversation with her took her by surprise, as the esteemed professor seemed to be quite unapproachable.

Luo Yisan’s thin lips tightened slightly, unable to find a new topic of conversation, and he simply nodded his head and left.

In fact, he had already noticed the passport in Shen Zhiqiao’s hand and, with his sharpness, it was impossible for him not to know why she was there.

This was the third time he had encountered Shen Zhiqiao since his return to the country, and it was the most they had ever spoken.

He was actually quite reserved, but his facial expressions were flat, and he was accustomed to speaking without any emotion, so of course, Shen Zhiqiao couldn’t sense his restraint and even thought him somewhat arrogant.

She didn’t know that Luo Yisan could never be arrogant in front of her and was in fact... quite unconfident.

Just like the first time they had met after his return to the country, at the entrance of Shen Zhixi’s study, Luo Yisan had only looked back at Shen Zhiqiao after their paths crossed.

At this moment, the two were heading in opposite directions. Shen Zhiqiao’s hands were shoved into her trench coat pocket as she stepped away.

**

In the heart of the Wealthy District in a 101-story high-rise, Jiang Xuan’s apartment occupied an entire floor.

To be closer to Xia Ye during his time in the border area, he didn’t stay in the manor located on the outskirts of the Wealthy District but in his flat on the 77th floor.

Why the 77th floor?

Isn’t Xia Ye’s birthday in July...

The minimalist apartment was decorated in shades of gray, white, and black. On the dark leather sofa, Jiang Xuan gazed out at the night skyline, on the phone with someone unknown.

The person on the other end was obviously reporting something; Jiang Xuan’s eyebrows were furrowed, occasionally uttering ’Hmm’ in response. After about half a minute, he slowly said, "Understood."