"Is that so?" Although he knew Song Yi was lying, the man still smiled and said, "Though I've disturbed you, I have something I need to give you. I hope you can come out and take it."
Song Yi squinted slightly, "What?"
"I don't know what it is either," Rong Qi's voice was gentle and soft, elegant and calm, "It's something given to me by a person whose appearance I couldn't clearly see. It has names on it—Song Yang and An Lanting."
Upon hearing these two names, Song Yi's breathing deepened, and the hand holding the phone involuntarily tightened.
Who gave Rong Qi this thing?
Or does Rong Qi know something himself?
His nonchalant words stirred a major wave in her heart.
She didn't know what role Rong Qi was playing, appearing truly profound and enigmatic.
"Where are you?"
Hearing Song Yi's words, Rong Qi squinted and smiled, "I'll send the address to your phone."
"Also, arrive within half an hour; I won't wait after that."
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