C338 Unable to Trace the Whereabouts of the Honey

Yan Wushuang's expression turned even more serious. She took out a pen and paper and wrote a few sentences in a seemingly casual manner. Then, she walked to the window and whistled. After a while, a flapping sound came from the direction of the voice. It was a white carrier pigeon. She placed the slip of paper on the pigeon's leg, and with a toss of her hands, the pigeon flew out again