In the time it took to smoke a cigarette, Liang Jiajia had already come out.
She drove up to the gate, and Song Guanchao tossed away his cigarette butt and got into the car.
On the road, Liang Jiajia asked, "How come you're here?"
Song Guanchao said, "The Secretary sent me."
"What did my dad say to you?"
Song Guanchao wanted to say, I can't tell you.
But Liang Jiajia had been clearly off-kilter these past few days.
Moreover, she referred to him as "my dad" and not Director Liang.
If he were to answer that way, she would probably kick him out of the car.
After considering for a few seconds, he disclosed their conversation to her.
"You mean, the gun thief will commit a crime?"
"It's very likely." Song Guanchao briefly explained his analysis.
After hearing this, Liang Jiajia looked at him in surprise, "Is this what my dad told you?"
"My own analysis."
Song Guanchao said, "There could be advancements in the case tonight because of me."
"Because of you?"
