Xu Fang looked at Han Qiao and said calmly, "Han Qiao, do you really think I would randomly ask someone for a ring?"
"That's exactly what I think you'd do!" she retorted. Women who worked in a place like this became completely unreasonable when throwing a tantrum.
However, Xu Fang was a skilled negotiator. He asked Han Qiao a simple question. "Do you want to know how I found out?"
"How did you find out?" Han Qiao asked without thinking.
"You see? You've admitted it," Xu Fang smiled.
Realizing her slip of the tongue, Han Qiao denied it vehemently. "I didn't take it! You're falsely accusing me!"
"I'm not accusing you. I'm a detective, and I know all about you. Han Qiao, twenty-seven years old, an employee of the Meteor Club. You like to secretly take photos of guests to use for blackmail later. A week ago, you took Qin Wei's ring and hid it in your locker," Xu Fang slowly relayed the information he had.
