Si Han didn't look too happy. "Your nose works better than a dog's."
Lin Wanwan pinched her chin. "I think I understand the situation now. Let me make a guess! You tried to do unspeakable things to Fu Ya, and she had to run off with your pants in her hands."
Si Han: "Get lost!"
It was a typical reaction from an embarrassed man. "I'll leave to check on the prop master's address, then. Don't bother me again."
"Come back!"
"Why?"
"You don't have to do it anymore. The problem is solved."
Lin Wanwan was confused for a second before saying with slight annoyance, "Didn't I tell you not to step in?"
"It's not me."
"Who is it? Chu Mingmo and the prop master were more well-hidden than I expected, which means whoever did it must have their ways." Lin Wanwan found a clue only after researching for a whole day.
Si Han, too, was curious about how Fu Ya found Chu Mingmo's address.
