His hand gripped the phone tightly, his dark eyes lightly closed then opened again, revealing a profound sorrow within, "I admit, when I found out Chuxia was pregnant, I was very angry, and I was also very desperate, unable to accept this child, but I love her. So even if this child was a result of her scheming, I’m willing to accept it because this is our child."
This was sothing Xiao Zhao knew, after all, he had seen how heartbroken and desolate President Shi had been those days and had been the one to stay by his side throughout.
If President Shi had truly not wanted this child, he could have simply told Ling Chuxia to abort it; there was no need to send any text ssages, much less to be heartbroken and drown his sorrows in alcohol.
Xiao Zhao nodded lightly, his gaze involuntarily swept back to the phone screen, suddenly stopping at the ti the ssage had been sent. This ti...
"President Shi, at this ti, were you drinking at the bar?"
He rembered that day, President Shi had put off all his engagents and had arranged to have dinner with Ling Chu in the evening. At that ti, he had thought that President Shi and Miss Chuxia would surely have a pleasant evening. Yet unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, he received a call from the bartender, asking him to co to the bar and pick soone up. Rushing over, the bartender inford him that President Shi had been there for several hours, drinking ceaselessly sullenly. If that was the case, then the ssage must have been sent while President Shi was drinking at the bar.
Suddenly, as if sothing occurred to him, Xiao Zhao’s eyes stealthily glanced at President Shi, his voice diminishing slightly, "President Shi... could it be that you were drunk, and because you were so angry, you might have..."
President Shi lifted his gaze, casting a faint look over his face, and Xiao Zhao felt a chill down his spine, promptly swallowing the rest of his words.
He pondered for a mont, then slowly continued, "And yet, if it was sent by accident because you were drunk, you wouldn’t have deleted the ssage. But the ssage wouldn’t have sent itself—surely soone must have sent it. If it wasn’t you, could it be soone else got hold of your phone?"
Soone else?
A flicker of light passed through the depths of President Shi’s eyes, which narrowed intensely. At that ti, he had been so utterly despondent that he went to the bar to drown his sorrows; he didn’t know how much he had drunk, and later he had passed out drunk. Looking at the ti the ssage was sent, he likely was already out cold. Could it actually be that during that ti, soone had tampered with his phone?
President Shi’s hand tensed, grip by grip, his gaze growing more intense. Then, he parted his lips again to speak, "Xiao Zhao, call the bar."
With that single sentence, Xiao Zhao understood President Shi’s intention. He humd in response, then imdiately took out his phone and called the bar, requesting them to pull up the surveillance footage from that night.
Twenty minutes later, the bar gave a response, and as Xiao Zhao listened to their words, his expression gradually turned grave. After hanging up the phone, his brows were fiercely furrowed, his voice somber, "President Shi, the surveillance video from that night is missing."
President Shi sat quietly against the headboard; though his face was pale and expressionless, his dark eyes were forebodingly deep.
In this mont, it was almost certain that the ssage had indeed been sent by soone else, and this person, to avoid being exposed, had even stolen the videotape.
A subtle turmoil swirled within the depths of President Shi’s eyes, the hostility in his body growing denser, already chilling to the bone, now even more ominously cold.
His thin lips parted slightly, and slowly, he uttered a na, "Ling Yunshu!"
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