Xu Fang looked at Han Qiao and said calmly, "Han Qiao, do you think I would randomly ask someone for a ring?"
"That's exactly what I think you would do!" The women working in this kind of place never make any sense when they start throwing a tantrum.
However, Xu Fang was skilled at negotiation, and at this moment he asked Han Qiao a question, "Do you want to know how I found out?"
"How did you find out?" Han Qiao asked without thinking.
"You see, you've admitted it." Xu Fang began to smile.
Realizing her slip of the tongue, Han Qiao denied vehemently, "I didn't take it, you're just framing me!"
"I'm not framing you, I'm a detective, I know your information very clearly. Han Qiao, 27 years old, employee of the Meteor Club. Likes to secretly take photos of guests, keeping them for future blackmail. A week ago, you took Qin Wei's ring and hid it in a storage locker," Xu Fang slowly relayed the information he knew.
