1177: Chapter 1200: Who Ordered This 1177: Chapter 1200: Who Ordered This After he explained the general situation, he reported the specific address to the other party.
“Still claims not to know.” Fan Rou nudged Ye Ranran.
Look, now the lie’s exposed, huh.
“It’s not what you think,” Ye Ranran patted the dust off her bag.
“Well, since you’re not interested, how about introducing him to ?” Seeing Ye Ranran like this, she would not fall for him.
If that was the case, then she would make her move.
Such a top-quality person was rare to co by, and no matter what, she wouldn’t be at a loss.
“You definitely wouldn’t want to et him,” Ye Ranran opened her bag to check if anything was missing.
“Why?” Fan Rou was curious.
“Because, you see, he’s Song Ze,” Ye Ranran said with a smile, seeing that nothing was missing.
Her moonlit smile blossod on those refined features, like an epiphyllum blooming in the night, fragrant and beguiling, yet devoid of any warmth.
Fan Rou was shocked; she turned her head and scrutinized Song Ze once more.
His alluring, peach-blossom eyes were deep like pools, the simple white shirt and trousers, with a black overcoat on the outside – the wind blew his coat hem, his figure tall and straight, carrying the grace of an immortal.
It turned out that male beauty could also be unparalleled.
“Song Ze’s looks, Jun Mochan’s deanor, the saying is true,” Fan Rou murmured to Ye Ranran.
What luck she had to encounter both of them.
From the looks of it, Song Ze and Ye Ranran were not eting for the first ti, but she didn’t know what their story was.
“Mm,” a monosyllabic response was all she got.
Regarding her and Song Ze, Ye Ranran didn’t want to say more; one, she didn’t want to beco gossip fodder, laying herself bare for others to see, and two, there really wasn’t much to tell.
Friends co and go, none stay forever.
You just get used to it.
“Please have rcy, I haven’t eaten for days, that’s why I took a wrong turn, this is my first ti, please let go?” the thief caught by One pleaded.
“Who told you to do it?” Song Ze suddenly asked.
“What?
What do you an?” The thief was baffled, not understanding Song Ze’s words.
Song Ze took two steps forward, without saying anything, just looking at him, an oppressive gaze like the dead of winter.
The thief’s legs began to tremble as if sifting chaff: “I…
I don’t know what you an.”
“Don’t you want to let you go?
If you don’t tell the truth, how can I let you off?” Song Ze laughed softly, which only made the atmosphere colder.
“I, I’ll tell…
it was a pretty woman who told to do it.
She said if I succeeded, the stuff would be mine and she would also give money,” the person stamred, trembling.
Song Ze pulled out a photo from his phone: “Is it her?”
The woman in the photo stood in front of the embassy, looking up at the sky, her smile blooming like flowers, seductive and charming.
The thief kept nodding: “Yes, that’s her.”
When she found him, her hair was covered in vegetable leaves, her face sared with soup, but her face was still vaguely recognizable.
He didn’t expect that cleaned up she would be so pretty; the thief’s heart itched.
Had he known, he would have hit on her, a pity to have missed the chance.
The crowd was astonished.
“How did you know soone put him up to it?” Fan Rou asked.
“When he spoke, his eyes flickered, and he didn’t dare look at us, obviously hiding sothing,” Song Ze exceptionally answered.
“But that doesn’t an soone put him up to it, right?” Maybe he was just scared.
“I guessed,” Song Ze nodded, acknowledging her viewpoint.
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