The atmosphere of a room changes when there is someone in it; he slowly withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look at the woman in front of him with a stubborn line of pale lips.
"Meow..."
Little Gui emerged from the room next door, nudging Philip Shaw's feet affectionately.
He bent down to pick up Little Gui, holding it in his arms and scratching its neck.
"Even the cat wasn't taken away..." His voice sounded light, betraying no emotion, only the comfortable purring of Little Gui in his arms. "At eight o'clock, you personally drove me and her to the banquet, making a round trip that took about an hour. This implies that she had to be here during that time."
Angela Summer listened, a faint cold sweat appearing on her forehead.
Philip Shaw held the cat, glancing down at the time, "It's now ten thirty. If you needed to come back before she left, then she could only have left at most an hour and a half ago. What's the fastest way to leave Tung City?"
