After we left the crime scene, I felt a little nervous.
After all, we were committing a crime...
And I wasn't Du Yunting. I didn't have his connections.
Song Xiaotian drove straight to a bathhouse downtown.
I asked him why we were going to a bathhouse.
"Don't these people love making a big deal out of surveillance footage?"
Song Xiaotian said, "We'll stay at the bathhouse tonight and delete its surveillance footage in the middle of the night. We'll cover both bases. Better to be cautious."
When we arrived at the bathhouse, we told the front desk to send the massage therapists in after half an hour, since we wanted to rest first.
We had just lain down in the room when Pan Xiaorou video-called.
She was probably checking up on Song Xiaotian because he wasn't coming home for the night.
"No, honey, I'm not fooling around out here."
"I'm at a bathhouse..."
"No, I didn't get a happy ending! I'm not hiring prostitutes!"
"I really have something serious to take care of tonight, I swear. I've already been here half an hour. Chen Mo's here too. Look if you don't believe me."
Song Xiaotian hurriedly turned his phone screen toward me.
I flashed a peace sign.
"Yay..."
On the screen, Pan Xiaorou kept staring at me, her delicate brows furrowing slightly. "Why do I feel like this is a screen recording? Did you edit Chen Mo in?"
"Of course not." Song Xiaotian turned and glared at me. "What the hell are you saying 'yay' for?"
I quickly said, "Xiaorou, it's really me, Chen Mo. He didn't edit me in."
Only then was Pan Xiaorou reassured. Before hanging up, she warned Song Xiaotian, "If I catch you fooling around out there, you're finished. I'll tell your dad."
After he hung