"Okay, Mr. Bo."
The person on the other end of the phone replied respectfully, paused, and asked again, "It seems the police have recently discovered some clues. About the notebook you stored with me, if you're not planning to take it back, can I dispose of it?"
Bo Jinghang's slender eyes narrowed slightly, and he said casually, "Leave it to you."
The person on the other end breathed a sigh of relief, clearly not wanting to keep criminal evidence in hand any longer: "No problem, I'll burn it."
The call ended.
Bo Jinghang stopped the car at the red light and thought for a moment to call another person.
"Captain Li, the suspect who surrendered this morning with the surname Zhao, is his name Zhao Xiaolu?"
"Mr. Bo?" Captain Li sounded very surprised and hurriedly lowered his voice: "That's right, his name is Zhao Xiaolu. Does Mr. Bo know him?"
Bo Jinghang frowned, his expression cold enough to be alarming: "He was once my classmate."
