Inside the surveillance room, everyone once again turned their heads to look at Lu Jingchen standing there, seemingly unable to believe that the warm and slightly doting voice just now was his.
Even the chief of police couldn't help but glance at Lu Jingchen, his eyes full of disbelief.
Who would have thought that the man who was exuding low pressure a moment ago could now be so... gentle.
The moment didn't last long, as a cold glare swept over them, and when they looked up, they saw Lu Jingchen's indifferent gaze. Everyone immediately withdrew their gaze and continued to stare at the computer in front of them, not daring to look again.
On the other end of the phone, Song Qiao sat on the sofa, holding a box of yogurt in her hand, already half-drunk. At this moment, she was just playing with it, glancing at Chu Munan on the opposite side before retracting her gaze and shifting her position slightly.
