Although it was already past one o'clock in the morning, the security guards of Lan Yufeng were still checking the surveillance for Wen Ran.

A security guard considerately poured a glass of hot water for Wen Ran.

"Don't worry. We're still investigating."

Wen Ran nodded, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's what we should do."

After a while, the security guard sitting in front of the monitor turned around slightly and said, "Found it."

Wen Ran put down the cup and immediately got up to go over.

The security guard zoomed in on one of the grids in the surveillance footage. "He entered the surveillance footage from this Street at 5:20 pm, and the car was parked next to the main entrance of the community..."

The security guard controlled the mouse to switch the screen. "Then when you went home, he got out of the car to greet you. When you ran to the community, he didn't follow you or stay. He drove away from the monitoring area."

The surveillance video on the computer screen was the time when Wen Ran came back.

In front of the gate of the community was a semi-circled green platform. In the center, there was a tall vase woven with vines. From the street to the entrance, one needed to walk around the green platform for a distance.

Looking at the clear square face in the surveillance video, Wen Ran could still feel the panic when she tried her best to run to the gate of the community.

She was really scared out of her wits. Her calves were still trembling.

The video stopped there when he drove away.

Could it be that he just wanted to scare her?

But maybe he had other evil intentions.

The security guard asked further, "Miss Wen, do you know him?"

"I don't know him." Wen Ran shook her head, "He's a taxi driver. He took a detour when he saw that I was an outsider. So I reported him."

"Do you need me to call the police for you?"

“...”

The security guard added, "Although nothing substantial has happened, at least we can leave a record in the Police Station to warn him."

"Alright."

"Then we will contact the street police station." The security guard took out a piece of paper. "Miss Wen, leave your contact information so that it will be convenient to contact you."

Wen Ran left her contact information and thanked him repeatedly.

The security guard sent Wen Ran to the door of the unit and reminded her, "Miss Wen, the problem has not been solved yet. Don't go home too late recently."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work today."

"That's what I should do."

Wen Ran returned home, washed up in a hurry, and wrapped herself in the quilt.

She recalled everything that had happened after she came to Shanghai.

It turned out that this was the life of leaving home and what's protecting her.

No one would block danger for her. She had to face everything by herself and solve everything by herself.

It was indeed not easy.

Wen Ran thought of Ivy, who joined the company with her. She did better than her.

Then she thought of Li Wan, who was still in the hospital for an IV drip. She was in a more difficult situation than her.

Wen Ran looked out of the window.

Behind the thin gauze curtain, there was a crescent moon.

At noon the next day, Wen Ran received a call from the security guard, saying that the man's name was Song Jianzhang. He was originally working in the taxi bank. Because of Wen Ran's complaint this time, coupled with his previous multiple violations, he had been dismissed by the taxi bank. Now the police would contact Song Jianzhang and ask if Wen Ran wanted to meet with Song Jianzhang at the Police Station to mediate the contradiction.

Wen Ran thought for a moment. If this matter had to be resolved, it had to be resolved completely.

If she kept dodging, people would think that she was timid and easy to bully.

Wen Ran agreed and arranged to meet him on the weekend. They had to contact Song Jianzhang to confirm the specific time.

For this reason, Wen Ran could only apologize to Ivy and said that the appointment of treating her to dinner on the weekend should be postponed.

Ivy didn't take it seriously at all. In fact, she felt that Wen Ran was just being polite at that time.

Besides, she had arranged a trip to an ancient town in the neighboring province with a college classmate this weekend.

Ivy shrugged. "It's okay. Let's meet again next time."

Wen Ran felt a little guilty that she had missed the appointment. She said, "Then next weekend, okay?"

Ivy took out her phone and typed, nodding in response. "Okay."

Ivy noticed that Wen Ran was not someone spoke pleasantries.

The few words just now basically amount to an appointment to have dinner next week.

Ivy dared not ignore what she heard anymore. She wrote down her appointment with Wen Ran in the schedule.

In the afternoon, a colleague suddenly asked someone to deliver something.

It was about three o'clock in the afternoon in Shanghai at the beginning of July. The shinny sun outside could even cook eggs.

What's more, no one wanted to send things since it was arduous and thankless.

Therefore, no one responded to him.

The colleague glanced around and walked over to Wen Ran. "Are you two busy now?"

As an intern, Ivy had already noticed her coming and understood her purpose.

Ivy showed her computer screen. "I don't have anything important to do. I just need to regulate the feedback of the counter this week."

Ivy cleverly refused.

The colleague looked at Wen Ran and asked, "What about you?"

Wen Ran was indeed fine. Chen Xing was satisfied with her draft designs, but she didn't arrange any tasks for her. He just asked her to practice drawing.

Wen Ran took a deep breath and stood up. "What do you need to send out?"

The colleague placed a yellow paper bag on the table of Wen Ran and pointed at the cover of the folder by her finger with red nail polish. "Send this to this address."

"Alright."

"Thank you." After that, she turned around and walked away.

When she was far away, Ivy said with a look of disappointment, "You just need to find a random excuse! How can there be such an honest person like you?"

"It's okay." As long as it didn't affect her, Wen Ran was quite casual and tolerant. She smiled and said, "Just a small matter. Maybe I'll ask her for help in the future."

"Okay, you're being far-sighted! But you think too much..." Ivy looked back and said carefully, "This is Xiang Xiaoyue, who is famous for being tart and mean in the department. If you want her to remember your kindness, and help you, unless..."

Ivy rolled her eyes and pointed out of the window. "Unless it bursts into rain and thunder immediately!"

Was it really that exaggerated?

Ivy couldn't bear to see others suffer, so she said righteously, "She is in Group II. What does it have to do with us Group I? Are you going to give her back the file bag now?"

Wen Ran was speechless.

After two seconds of silence, Wen Ran stood up and said, "Then I'll go give it back!"

Ivy grabbed her hand and pressed her back into the chair. "Are you crazy?"

She was just bragging. How could she let Wen Ran give the file back!

Wen Ran pursed her lips and smiled without saying anything.

Ivy came to her senses. "So you know how to joke too?"

As she spoke, she poked Wen Ran on the waist, causing her to dodge.

Ivy withdrew her gaze and picked up the paper bag to look at the cover. "The Fushan Villa. Isn't this the director's home?"

Wen Ran had never seen the legendary director of the Design Department before. She heard that he was on a business trip.

But Wen Ran knew something about him.

When she was in M Country, she had heard of his name and seen his designs.

His designs were very artistic.

So, the director was back from a business trip?

"The weather..." Ivy said, interrupting Wen Ran.

Wen Ran saw Ivy put the document bag on Wen Ran's lap, and make a funny cross over her heart, "I mourn for you."

Wen Ran was speechless.

Wen Ran called a taxi on her phone. When she saw that it was almost time, she picked up her phone and the bag and went out.

She happened to bump into Li Wan.

Li Wan asked, "Where are you going?"

Wen Ran showed the cover of the file bag. "Go and send something."

Li Wan looked at the things in her hand and then looked at the weather. "Just these few pieces of paper. Call an express delivery."

"It should be something important."

"Okay," Li Wan said, "I'll lend you the sun umbrella."

Wen Ran wanted to refuse, but Li Wan insisted.

When she arrived at the Fushan Villa, it took her more than 20 minutes to walk in. Wen Ran felt that Li Wan's sun umbrella could be called a life-saving straw.

Wen Ran had thought that she would be able to see the legendary director, but in the end, it was an auntie who came out to pick up the file bag.

When Wen Ran returned to the company, it was almost time to get off work.

It was a little noisy in the office. Maybe because it was Friday, The days off that workers eagerly anticipated were coming.

Wen Ran tied her hair into a high ponytail. The messy strands of hair stuck out around her neck. Her fair and clear face was flushed.

She returned the umbrella to Li Wan.

Li Wan looked at her face and asked, "Do you need to apply some ointment to your face?"

"No need." Wen Ran felt that she was not that fragile.

"You still have to apply it. Don't ruin this beautiful face." After teasing her, Li Wan crooked her finger to let Wen Ran look at the computer screen.

There were several kinds of rubies of different sizes.

Wen Ran immediately understood. "Choose for Mrs. Wong?"

Li Wan answered yes, folded the umbrella carefully, and then buttoned it up.

Wen Ran asked, "When are you going to meet Mrs. Wong?"

"Next Wednesday, but the specific time has not been determined yet."

"It would better be at three or four o'clock in the afternoon."

Li Wan looked at Wen Ran suspiciously. "Why?"

"The infrared rays have a great impact on the color of the gem. If the rays of the sun at three or four o'clock are strong, the density of the gem will seem higher."

Li Wan was stunned for a few seconds. "Wen Ran you know high-quality materials, too?"

"Not really. I just know a little about it."

"Thank you." Li Wan looked at Wen Ran and said again, "Thank you so much."

Wen Ran was confused by her sincerity and seriousness. "I didn't help much."

Li Wan shook her head and said sincerely, "Thank you."

Some people didn't mean it when saying thank you, just like Xiang Xiaoyue.

Some people said thank you even if they were not benefited, but simply thanked you for your kindness, just like Li Wan.

Wen Ran smiled. "You're welcome."

The appointment with the Police Station was at 9 am on the weekend.

Wen Ran arrived at the Police Station on time.

They sat in the mediation room and waited for nearly half an hour before Song Jianzhang arrived.

He cut his hair and wore a white T-shirt and a pair of dark jeans. He didn't look like a gangster.

The police officer explained the details according to the police record, but was interrupted by Song Jianzhang.

He sounded a little agitated. "Officer, I'm fully cooperative with your work. Why would I dare to come here today? It's because I didn't do anything bad!"

The police officer was used to this kind of person who tells lies, so he asked, "You stayed at the little girl's place at night, you call it didn't do anything?"

Song Jianzhang said, "I just want to apologize!"

The policeman said, "Apologize at night? In the middle of the night? In the early morning?"

"I didn't think too much about it, did I?" Song Jianzhang turned to look at Wen Ran. "Beauty, I just said hello to you. You ran away before I could apologize. Did I make things difficult for you that day?"

Wen Ran took a deep breath and looked straight at him. "As a taxi driver, you took advantage of my unfamiliarity with the area and took a detour, which made me doubt your character. So, I don't think you waited from five o'clock in the afternoon to the early morning because you wanted to apologize to me."

Song Jianzhang was stunned for a moment when he heard that.

He went to look for Wen Ran firstly because he hated her for making him lose his job, and secondly, he thought that a weak little girl like her would not dare to do anything to him.

Now that she was so stubborn, it was interesting.

Song Jianzhang crossed his legs and leaned back. He looked at Wen Ran with a threatening smile. "Then my conscience is suddenly condemned. Can't I turn back?"