She wrote an article, and her words revealed unconcealable sadness, just like those pretentious novels she had written.
According to her, when the Auntie was helping to walk the dog last night, she accidentally lost goody.
The comment section could be roughly divided into two kinds of voices.
One was to comfort Zhou Xue 'er.
The second was to condemn the irresponsible part-time worker.
But Lin Zhan clearly thought differently from these two voices.
He picked up the laptop on the table and his ten fingers typed nimbly and quickly on the keyboard. There was a faint coldness between his eyebrows and his expression was very serious.
It was a good thing that he had sent Zhou Xue 'er home before and knew her apartment address.
His eyes were locked on the constantly jumping image on the screen, and the frequency of his fingertips was also increasing bit by bit.
Half an hour later, a few surveillance videos appeared on the screen.
