"Say I told you to keep an eye on Ling Jinghang's case."
Sang Qian clenched her fingers. "Did you deny it?"
If he denied it, then her farce of "borrowing the tiger's might" would have been for naught, and Luo Yutang's fingerprint comparison would certainly still occur.
"I did not."
Sang Qian instantly let out a sigh of relief, put down the kettle, walked up to Ji Chengzhou, and took the initiative to grab his hand, "Ling Jinghang is truly unforgivable, but after all, he is a famous actor. I'm worried he might pull strings to evade legal punishment, so I invoked your name to give him a warning. You're not angry, are you?"
Ji Chengzhou recalled the chief's final hesitation, "The chief also said..."
"What else did he say?"
Ji Chengzhou looked down, his gaze falling on Sang Qian's suddenly clenched fingers. She was nervous.
What was there to be nervous about?
