"You may go back to your duties. If that woman contacts you again, record your conversation."
Mo Xiuchen ordered softly. The middle-aged man, relieved as if he had been pardoned, quickly nodded in agreement and hurriedly fled the office like a fugitive.
"Xiuchen, did you just let him go like that?"
Luo Haofeng asked, his visage marked with regret. He had been anticipating a great show, he didn't expect Mo Xiuchen to easily let the man free.
Qin Mu looked at the expression on Mo Xiuchen's face and took up the conversation: "Even if we interrogated him further, he would have given the same answers. Instead of that, we should first find the location of the public phone used. I can ask Uncle Ming for help again to find out who called him. After that, everything will be easy."
"Didn't you suspect before that Cheng Jia was playing a trick by pretending to be a victim? Could it be Cheng Jia who went to F City to make the call?"
