Song Xuyao said calmly: "Are you interrogating me now? Am I a suspect? Do I need a witness or something?"
"You slept with a woman!" Zhuo Yufeng said.
"That's normal, I have needs!" Song Xuyao remained very composed, "On the contrary, you like her but don't dare to admit it. Did you go to see Lu Xiao last night?"
"You're not in the major crime unit, how did you see through that?" Zhuo Yufeng looked a bit awkward.
At this moment, Lu Xiao came over, "Good morning, Zhuo Sir, Song Sir! I've informed Xiaoyan, but she hasn't arrived yet!"
This morning, someone reported a case; a young man lay dead on the mountain. As soon as Song Xuyao saw the photo, he said it was one of his informants.
Thus, the major crime unit came.
Song Xuyao came too.
At this moment, Qiao Xiaoyan hadn't arrived.
Song Xuyao glanced at the road entrance; they had gone out together this morning.
It's just that she drove her car and he drove his.
