After dropping that sentence, Song Guanchao turned around and left the room, standing in the corridor and calling Lu Zhizhong, asking him to arrange for the police to come to the hotel immediately.
In the room.
Qu Xiangru rubbed her wrist; just now, Song Guanchao had lost control of his strength, making her wrist a bit sore.
But she wasn't angry, her lips curled into a beautiful arc, and her eyes were filled with smiles.
...
"Secretary Song, what are you going to do?"
Listening to his request, Lu Zhizhong felt a bit worried.
Song Guanchao briefly explained the plan to him.
Upon learning that Qu Xiangru was using herself as bait, Lu Zhizhong was somewhat surprised.
"Got it."
After hanging up the phone, about twenty minutes later, he saw Lin Daoquan coming out of the elevator, heading towards the room.
He had checked Lin Daoquan's video; the man in front of him, standing at 178 cm tall, in his fifties but well preserved, was indeed Lin Daoquan.
