When Eleven saw Lin Qiang, she suddenly remembered something else from last night.
She quickly dialed Gu Liancheng's number.
As soon as he picked up, he teased, "You're calling me so soon?"
Eleven wasn't in the mood for jokes, checking to ensure nobody was around before covering her mouth with her hand and whispering, "About last night — were you in a meeting?"
She could hear others talking on his end, seemingly deep in discussion.
"Go ahead."
"About what happened with Xiao Man last night, you aren't going to question her, right? Can you pretend not to know?"
There must have been a man in there. Xiao Man wouldn't have flung herself at the door and torn her own clothes. Looking back, it was quite embarrassing. She had mistaken the vigorous physical collision in the throes of passion for fighting!
It definitely was not Gu Liancheng, but as for who it was, Eleven didn't care to inquire.
