Suddenly, an angry voice ca from outside.
"I told you Nan Yu wasn’t here, why have you co again?"
Dragging a suitcase, Song Yingqing, with her dazzling red hair, walked out of the elevator, looking displeased at the man standing at the door.
Upon hearing the voice, Tan Lichuan quickly turned around and asked seriously, "Miss Song, do you know where she is now?"
Song Yingqing stood at the doorway, "I don’t know, and you should be looking for her uncle, not coming here."
Tan Lichuan stared at her for a few seconds, taking in her expression, before continuing, "Miss Song, the phone number I left for her last ti, did you give it to her?"
Song Yingqing averted her gaze and inserted the key into the door, "I did, but whether she called or not, I have no idea."
As the door opened, Tan Lichuan’s gaze quickly swept around inside, but saw no one’s trace.
He frowned slightly and took out a business card.
"Miss Song, this is my number. If you have any news of her, please inform , our boss needs to find her for sothing urgent."
Song Yingqing took the business card and responded casually, "Hmm."
Before leaving, Tan Lichuan took another look inside the house, confirming again that there was no second person inside.
He went downstairs and headed straight to a black luxury car three hundred ters outside the complex.
He bowed respectfully towards the backseat window.
The window slowly rolled down, revealing Nan Zhuoyuan’s face with well-defined features, his eyebrows raised slightly, lips pressed tightly in a line, exuding a natural aura of authority.
"Did you see Nan Yu?"
His words carried a trace of urgency.
Tan Lichuan imdiately replied, "Mr. Nan, Miss Nan isn’t here. Miss Song said she doesn’t know where she is now, and she didn’t seem to be lying."
Nan Zhuoyuan’s face was as calm as water, his gaze deep as he looked towards the complex, then he sighed and retracted his gaze.
"Let’s head back."
anwhile, Song Yingqing locked the door after making sure that the man had really left, then dared to speak.
"Xiao Yu, he’s gone."
Nan Yu, who had been hiding behind the door, pressed against the wall, slowly ca out and sat down on the couch.
"Was he the one who ca to collect debts before?"
Song Yingqing nodded, "Yes, he was one of them. He looked really scary. Luckily, I know a bit of psychology or it might not have been easy to fool him."
Nan Yu picked up the new business card, saw the black letters with "Tan Lichuan" written on it, along with a series of phone numbers.
A sudden strange feeling arose in her heart.
Suddenly, Song Yingqing scread.
"Xiao Yu, what happened to your hand?"
Nan Yu gathered the business card and the previous numbers, smiling lightly, "I had a bit of an accident, just a careless injury."
Song Yingqing carefully pulled her arm closer and saw it was tightly bandaged, obviously a severe injury.
Her eyes reddened, "Does it hurt? How did you get hurt?"
Feeling touched, Nan Yu’s voice was slightly hoarse, "It doesn’t hurt. Luo Ji paid to have killed, and in self-defense, I accidentally got injured. It will heal soon, don’t worry."
Upon hearing this, Song Yingqing beca angry, "Where is that Luo Ji now? I’ll kill him!"
Nan Yu quickly stopped her, "I have already reported him for attempting to kill , and he’s severely injured now, probably in the ICU."
Song Yingqing paused, her mind racing, "Then what if he turns around and accuses you of trying to kill him?"
Nan Yu raised her eyebrows, the corners of her lips curling up, "His accusation won’t hold."
"Why?"
"I specifically chose a place under surveillance. Everything they said and did was captured clearly."
Song Yingqing was still worried, "What if they delete the surveillance footage?"
Nan Yu smiled, her lips curving, "I backed it up and handed it over to the police right after I reported it last night."
"Even if they delete it now, it won’t help; that would only add a charge of destroying evidence."
Song Yingqing looked at Nan Yu admiringly and gave her a thumbs-up.
"People like Luo Ji who have evil intentions and plot against others deserve to rot in jail!"
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