Song Xiaotian's ability to think on his feet was simply extraordinary.
In such a short time, he had to piece the clues back together, get inside Pan Xiaorou's head, keep a grip on her mindset, and concoct lies that were both plausible and logical.
From beginning to end, he had never asked who Pan Xiaorou had sent to kill Tao Xiaoyu, nor had he mentioned how that scapegoat, Meng Yifan, was connected to us.
He was steering Pan Xiaorou toward rescuing Meng Yifan.
Pan Xiaorou fell silent for quite a while, then fixed her eyes on Song Xiaotian again. "That scapegoat-is he a friend of yours?"
Song Xiaotian shook his head without betraying anything. "We don't know him, but we've looked into him. Come to think of it, though, he's in much the same boat as you. His girlfriend was Tao Xiaoyu, your husband's mistress."
"We don't care whether this man is innocent. What concerns us is that if the police make him their scapegoat, you won't be able to put pressure on them, which means you won't be able to put Du Yunting on the back foot."
"To put Du Yunting on the back foot, you first have to get this scapegoat released."
Pan Xiaorou pondered this, folding her arms across her chest and leaning back against the sofa. She looked up and said, "How am I supposed to get him released? If they can make him a scapegoat, that proves he's a major suspect. What can I use to get him out?"
"This." Song Xiaotian took out his phone and played the surveillance footage for Pan Xiaorou.
I noticed that when Pan Xiaorou saw Du Yunting enter the villa, she couldn't help clenching her fist.
That tiny movement clearly showed her hatred toward Du Yunting for killing Xiang