Su Zhiqiang instantly shut his mouth, shivering violently.
"Qingqing, you... why didn't you knock before coming in?" Su Zhiqiang's forehead dripped with cold sweat, and his face showed a bit of embarrassment.
"Answer my question."
"What were you just talking about?"
"Provoking Ye Huan once, twice, three times... countless times?"
"Didn't you tell me before that there was only a minor friction between you and Ye Huan?"
"Su Zhiqiang, be honest, did you deceive me?"
Su Qingqing's beautiful eyes flickered with the flames of anger.
After parting ways with Ye Huan in the afternoon and leaving the police station, she and Song Yanhong went to the airport to book a flight, a ticket back to her hometown.
Because of Ye Huan, she did not want to stay in the Capital City any longer.
But then...
