Yue Qingqing had no fondness for Connie, who used work convenience to impose moral judgnt on the group she detested.
But it wasn’t worth spending effort on her; Yue Qingqing knew that Fang Xian would certainly handle everything well.
Yue Qingqing walked outside, the sun was almost setting.
The burly man first led three people into the police car, and once at the station, Lin Haoqiu didn’t greet anyone and directly took Yue Qingqing away.
Yue Qingqing asked in surprise, "Shouldn’t I go through so procedures?"
"No need, it’s all sorted."
Yue Qingqing jokingly said, "Brother Lin, I rember you were quite rule-abiding before."
Lin Haoqiu’s lips curled into a cold smile, "That requires the other party to abide by the rules first."
Before heading to the school, he used his connections to broadly understand the situation.
Actually, this matter is easy to clear up.
This gun couldn’t possibly belong to Yue Qingqing; it must bear the fingerprints of the victim, which was that man.
Even if we take ten thousand steps back, the fact that the person appeared at the school and tampered with the caras itself indicates so issues.
Yet the police turned a blind eye to these suspicious points, stubbornly brought Yue Qingqing back, and after a futile interrogation, put her in a temporary jail.
These actions are clearly against the rules.
Lin Haoqiu would get even with them one by one.
Of course, the most important thing first is to clear the suspicion.
Lin Haoqiu asked Yue Qingqing, "I see you seem quite confident, you must have sothing those people aren’t aware of."
Once in Fang Xian’s car, Yue Qingqing no longer spoke evasively.
"I have a recording on my phone that can prove my innocence."
Yes, when the hitman pulled off that strange stunt, wanting to take photos with Yue Qingqing, she thought about what might happen next.
So she took the opportunity to start recording.
It’s just that the security arrived too quickly, and Yue Qingqing didn’t have ti to do anything before being taken away.
However, these recordings should have continued until the phone locked.
Those few minutes should be enough to reconstruct the events.
Lin Haoqiu looked satisfied, with a hint of pride in his little junior sister.
Teacher Lu hadn’t figured out the situation yet and asked in confusion, "Why didn’t you ntion it back at the police station?"
Yue Qingqing explained, "I sensed that their attitude was wrong; soone probably made arrangents to fra , and if I ntioned the phone recording, the evidence might have been directly destroyed."
Teacher Lu took a deep breath, feeling a lingering fear.
He couldn’t help but admire Yue Qingqing’s calmness and composure.
But new doubts arose imdiately.
"What exactly is going on with that man? Why was Cindy at the scene too?"
"He’s an assassin, the man we encountered at the airport earlier, rember?"
Teacher Lu imdiately recalled, "Ah, that drug dealer, is he from their organization?"
Teacher Lu shuddered; the events of that day were already nightmarish.
But he didn’t expect the nightmare hadn’t ended yet.
"As for Cindy, I have no idea." Yue Qingqing shook her head, "When that man threatened into the bathroom, Cindy was already inside; maybe she provoked him."
Yue Qingqing suddenly thought, "Or maybe he found out from her that I would be coming down at that ti."
She liked stability.
Her daily path to and from class was always the sa, and different from most people.
Because Yue Qingqing didn’t particularly enjoy being pursued with questions about celebrity privacy, especially by those fanatics asking for autographs and photos.
Thus, she deliberately left a bit later, choosing a passage with fewer people.
How did the man coincidentally wait in the bathroom there? Could it really be just a coincidence?
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