Moreover, it seems that Qin Yize had given advance notice this morning, as the police department didn't come to inquire about the details from her.
Some things, only she and Qin Yize knew.
Master Fong was frowning deeply, his hands on his hips, pacing back and forth in the office, as if he were seriously contemplating something, and his demeanor had changed from before.
Much sharper, with a pair of deep eyes that seemed to carry a hint of murderous intent, how could it be like this?
Perhaps people who had been soldiers all had this sense of shared enmity.
After pacing back and forth for a long time, Master Fong finally stopped in his tracks.
He turned his head to look at Gu Qiaoqiao and suddenly asked in a low voice, "Qiaoqiao, how did you know something was wrong with that car?"
Gu Qiaoqiao was stunned. She had only brushed past this matter, but unexpectedly, Master Fong grasped the key at once.
