"Forget it."
They were all in the same bureau anyway. There would always be a chance to meet again.
There was still plenty of time ahead.
Su Qiao turned right and entered her own little office.
Fortunately, she had a small office of her own. Otherwise, Su Qiao really would have had trouble adjusting.
She had a very strong sense of territory.
Near the end of the workday, when Su Qiao went to get some hot water, she ran into Little Li again.
Only this time, several patches of his clothes were wet, and his shoes were spattered with mud and grass.
Although he had probably cleaned himself up outside, there was still some wet mud on the uppers of his shoes.
Su Qiao swept him with a glance and guessed that he had gone somewhere in the wilderness.
"Sister Su."
Running into her again, Little Li scratched his head and hesitated, but he still took the initiative to greet her.
Su Qiao was holding an empty teacup. She nodded slightly at him. "How is it? Did you find the person?"
Little Li let out a long breath and shook his head. "No. It doesn't look good."
"We checked the surveillance footage from their residential compound, as well as the footage from the streets and alleys. In the end, we found her scarf and wallet by the sea."
"The informant's wife suffered from severe depression. We found a suicide note in their home, along with diaries filled with suicidal thoughts, antidepressants, and her medical records. According to the informant, his wife had already tried to kill herself in the bathroom three months ago. Luckily, he discovered her in time and stopped her."
Su Qiao thought for a moment, then pointed out the facts. "The scarf and wallet don't prove that