Bo Jinghang nodded slightly, thoughtfully suggesting, "Since there's already evidence that Miss Yanrou was at the hotel that night, shall we call the police?"
"Hmm!"
If it weren't for Bo Jinghang's reminder, Qin Yiren would have almost forgotten about this.
She retrieved her phone, quickly dialed the saved number from that day, and concisely described what she saw, imploring the police to summon Miss Yanrou for questioning.
The person in charge of the case was someone she'd met before. After listening to her request, he paused thoughtfully, "Miss Qin, I understand your urgency, but we couldn't find Miss Yanrou's fingerprints on your phone, and besides..."
Pausing meaningfully, he continued, "Miss Yanrou's fiancé, I wonder if you've heard of him, Miss Qin?"
We're all smart here, sometimes a hint is all that's needed.
Feeling frustrated, Qin Yiren pursed her lips, reluctantly accepting the reality.
