The metallic voice let out a burst of skin-crawling laughter before disappearing.
Dong Feng could hear the disdain in the laughter. Was that disdain directed at Ding Junchi?
Because Ding Junchi was not worthy of his attention?
In Qian Yikun's apartment.
Qian Yikun finally found something else in Wu Biao's corpse.
Mo Fei placed both her feet on Qian Yikun's thighs and leaned against the back of the sofa as she played games. To put it nicely, she was accompanying Qian Yikun.
Qian Yikun put down the documents in his hands and reached for his cell phone to make a call. "Zhao, get the autopsy department to send me a report on the soil near the corpse and the samples of Wu Biao's clothes." After saying that, Qian Yikun hung up.
