Fu Ziqian always believed that if anything had been done, it would definitely leave a trace, leave evidence. He was once a special forces soldier, facing many high-IQ criminals... In terms of intelligence and meticulous thinking, those who could make the army deploy special forces were far more troubling than Sun Zhihao many times over, but in the end, justice was served, and nothing slipped through the cracks.
He would definitely find Sun Zhihao's evidence.
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Qiao Chuchu was alone, feeling lifeless, half-reclining on the hospital bed, holding the remote control and pressing it continuously. The TV screen in front of her kept flickering...
She wanted to watch TV but didn't know what to watch. Whether it was a drama or various variety shows, she couldn't get into it. She was thinking about Fu Ziqian.
Fu Ziqian was in the ward every day for the past few days, twenty-four hours a day, spending twenty-three hours at her side.
