"She was dancing in the hall on the second floor of her house at the time. Since the windows reached all the way to the floor, I saw her when I passed by. As for the music, wasn't it just that sort of piano-playing stuff? I don't know much about that."
Su Qiao could tell at a glance that Auntie Li was the sort who loved gossip and enjoyed prying into other people's family affairs.
People like that often knew quite a lot, and they were usually well informed about rumors.
"Before she disappeared, did you notice anything unusual?"
"That includes her husband, Sun Zhihao."
Auntie Li instinctively felt somewhat afraid of Su Qiao. She was also worried about getting involved in some kind of trouble and losing her perfectly good job, so she hurriedly shook her head and waved her hands.
"No, no, there wasn't anything unusual. Wasn't everything just as usual? And even if there had been something unusual, we wouldn't have been able to see it, right?"
She raised her hand and glanced at the watch on her wrist. "Oh dear, it's getting late. It'll be dark soon. I have to hurry home and cook, or the people at the main house will come back to find no food and get angry."
As she spoke, Auntie Li turned around and headed toward the villa over there.
No matter how Su Qiao looked at it, something seemed wrong.
Seeing her stare at Auntie Li's back, Little Li asked in a low voice, "Sister Su, is something wrong?"
"She answered too quickly." Ordinary people, especially when being questioned by the police, would usually think carefully, afraid that they might say something wrong or forget something.
"Her expressions and movements were wrong too."
"What was wrong?" Little Li and Yu