After learning that Jiang Jinghao had left, Su Qiao let out a sigh of relief.
She lifted the brim of her sun hat and looked ahead as if nothing had happened.
"Little Four, erase all the call records and voice-message traces between Jiang Jinghao and me."
Okay. Little Four still didn't understand why she was doing this, but that didn't stop it from getting to work.
Host, the light is green. You can cross now.
Su Qiao followed the people in front of her and stepped onto the crosswalk.
When she had reached the middle, her phone suddenly rang.
It was Wen Congyuan calling. 444 hurriedly reminded her.
Su Qiao's eyes flickered. She glanced at the phone but didn't answer.
After walking a few more steps, a pile of things suddenly fell out of her small shoulder bag. Lipstick, a mirror, tissues, pens, and so on rolled all over the ground.
Host, the seam underneath your bag has split.
"Oh, if they fell out, then let them fall out! I don't want them anymore."
Su Qiao swept a glance over the scattered items and continued walking.
Because she had stopped twice along the way, the light turned red just as she reached the other side.
Some more impatient drivers stepped on the gas. The cars shot forward with a whoosh, kicking up a cloud of dust behind her.
444 was stunned for a moment before suddenly realizing the truth. Holy crap, I finally know how Wen Congyuan's ex-girlfriend died. It wasn't an accident at all, but a meticulously planned murder!
For example, this traffic light stayed green for fifteen seconds. If you weren't distracted, you could cross before it turned red without any problem. But if someone called you at that moment and distracted you, your pace would inevitably slow