"What did the police say?"
Feng Yi took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a few quick drags. His heart felt like it was being fried in hot oil.
Wang Shuo turned on the turn signal and steered the wheel to make a turn at the corner: "The police haven't found any evidence either. The surveillance was destroyed, which means there are no clues at all."
Feng Yi didn't say anything more. In the swirling smoke, his deep and unreadable eyes showed worry. He wondered if that girl was injured, if she would cry out of fear.
The car soon stopped at the hotel entrance, and the two got out together, took the elevator to the room where Li Manman and Mu Yan were staying.
He pushed open the door and walked in, seeing the mess all over the room. Feng Yi's hand clenched tightly into a fist.
Suddenly, the phone in his pocket started ringing. He reached into his pocket, took out the phone, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and pressed the answer button.
