Si Qingqing thoroughly recounted the incident of her male friend threatening her.
"Open your phone and show me the text messages."
Si Qingqing obediently opened her phone and handed it over.
Looking at her SMS exchanges with her male friend these days, Song Guanchao asked, "Do you have the video from the USB drive?"
"It's in the album."
Song Guanchao opened the album and directly clicked play.
Si Qingqing blushed and didn't dare to raise her head.
Song Guanchao wasn't interested in appreciating her figure.
He dragged the progress bar, quickly finished watching, and handed the phone back to her.
"Before that day, had you taken Xu Suyi to that club?"
"No, that was the first time."
"How many times afterwards?"
"Went three more times."
"Always with her?"
"Yes."
Song Guanchao closed his eyes, the cigarette on his fingers burning slowly.
When the cigarette burned to the end, he casually tossed it into a cup of water and stood up to go to the room: "I'll make a phone call."
