It's been so long, why hasn't Qin Shaoling returned her call?
Didn't she say she would find a way?
Or perhaps —
A sense of foreboding crept over her heart. Could it be that Qin Shaoling was really dead? Had she taken the evidence to destroy it?
She looked at the phone in her hand. Was it another phone that had been tampered with?
After hesitating for a moment, she looked at Zhao Xiaoman beside her, "Xiaoman, can I use your phone for a moment?"
Zhao Xiaoman looked at Qiao Qiao, "Do you think it's possible that Instructor Qin has offended someone?"
Qiao Qiao shook her head, "I'm not sure."
Zhao Xiaoman, "I've been worried about you all, haven't slept well for several nights."
Qiao Qiao looked at Zhao Xiaoman with guilt.
Zhao Xiaoman, "Alright, stop looking at me with that fake sympathy."
Qiao Qiao smiled, "What do you mean by 'that look'?"
Zhao Xiaoman, "Nothing special!"
