Jiang Xia got the result he wanted, hung up the phone, and returned to the crowd.
After watching the crew film for only a moment, Poushi Qinglan came over and said softly, "I have something to do, so I need to leave first."
Jiang Xia paused, seeming somewhat reluctant to let her go. "Public safety in Osaka hasn't been very good lately. The road might not be safe. How about I take you to the station?"
Poushi Qinglan's eye twitched, and she firmly refused him. "No need. Kid will be making a move today, and the streets are full of police. I actually think it's very safe here."
Jiang Xia nodded regretfully. "All right. Then I'll see you at the exhibition tomorrow."
Poushi Qinglan turned and left without the slightest hesitation.
She had finally gotten close to that egg worth eight hundred million, and had even been allowed to touch it. It had seemed like a good opportunity.
However, they had still been inside the Suzuki Art Museum then, with police officers everywhere. There had been almost no chance to take the Memory Egg away—and more importantly, Jiang Xia had been keeping a faint but constant watch on her. Poushi Qinglan had no intention of challenging a Detective's eyesight in front of the police, so she had not even had a chance to make the switch.
Thinking of that, she gritted her teeth inwardly. What a miscalculation. Had she overdone it? If she had known, she would not have spent so much effort last night figuring out Jiang Xia's preferences. Look at this—he liked her too much now and had turned into a human surveillance camera, ruining all her plans.
Poushi Qinglan left, cursing under her breath.
After she walked down the steps, the female high school students who