Sun Zhihao quickly glanced over, then turned to Xiao Li and asked again with a frown, "Have you found any clues? Where exactly is my wife now?"
Out of the corner of his eye, Xiao Li saw that Su Qiao had entered the bathroom and shook his head. "Not yet. However, we have some questions, so we wanted to ask you a few more things."
Hearing that there was still no news, Sun Zhihao could barely suppress his temper. His voice rose. "Didn't I already make everything clear? What else do you want to ask? All I want now is to find my wife as soon as possible."
Xiao Li frowned slightly, but still explained patiently, "Mr. Sun, we also want to find your wife as soon as possible, but..."
"There's no 'but.'" Sun Zhihao impatiently waved his hand, cutting Xiao Li off.
"Just hurry up and find her. I don't want to waste time with you right now, because with every minute we waste, my wife could be in even more danger."
Su Qiao came out of the bathroom just in time to hear this, and her eyes narrowed.
She quickly swept her gaze over the furnishings and decorations in the living room, then walked over nonchalantly. "Mr. Sun, actually, we came today because we found a female corpse in the suburbs. It's just that..."
Su Qiao stopped halfway through her sentence and sat down elegantly beside Xiao Li.
When Sun Zhihao heard the words "female corpse," he froze for a moment. Then he tugged at his collar and asked somewhat urgently, "It's just what?"
Su Qiao's gaze swept over the hand tugging at his collar before she continued. "It was a headless female corpse, and the body had been damaged with sulfuric acid, so it was difficult to