"Sis, what's he doing here?"
Wu Ming leaned in to ask.
Wu Qiangwei quickly hid the small umbrella behind her but Wu Ming still saw it.
"Damn," Wu Ming held back his words for a while before blurting out five words, "He's really damn considerate!"
Wu Qiangwei's gaze swept over him like a knife, and Wu Ming immediately coughed to change the subject, "Right, something happened tonight."
"Speak."
Wu Qiangwei walked toward the room, with Wu Ming following behind, "Some cops were giving Song Guanchao trouble."
"Continue." She entered the room and tossed the condom into the bedside drawer.
Wu Ming detailed the events of the evening.
In conclusion, he said, "Those cops were clearly targeting Song Guanchao, and they kept following him."
"Sis, should we have Uncle Hong investigate?"
"No need," Wu Qiangwei said, "He can handle it himself."
"You have that much confidence in him?"
"You can leave now."
"Sis, you are so heartless..."
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