Just as a few people were about to follow, Song Guanchao stopped and turned back, "I'll go over myself, it's too many people, it'll be easy to get noticed."
Though Cheng Xiang wanted to go, Song Guanchao made sense—they lacked any professional tracking skills.
If they got caught peeping, all their efforts would be for nothing.
Jiang Yiren and Chen Yirou also halted their steps.
No matter how much they wanted to see, they had to listen to Song Guanchao at times like this.
Song Guanchao walked over alone, sticking close to the outer wall and approaching the balcony.
He slowly poked his head out, quickly passing by the balcony to observe the living room.
In the living room, there were only two women and the man previously seen in the bathroom.
No sign of the other man.
At the moment, the three were sitting on the sofa chatting, without a trace of drugs in sight.
Song Guanchao frowned slightly.
He only heard from Chen Yirou that she saw a needle.
