"Right, hand it over to the police, let the police investigate, fair and just. But Jiaojiao, do you have any evidence to provide from your side? Besides you and Master Su, did anyone else handle this piece of clothing?"
Nan Jiaojiao understood Zhou Po's hint, "I'll go back and check the surveillance."
Hearing this, Zhou Po's expression turned uneasy.
In the bedroom, there was a faint sound of conversation, then the manager came out with a hostile look, "Yuan Yuan wants you to go in."
Nan Jiaojiao put down the cheongsam and pushed the door open to go in.
Song Yuan was trying to sit up, adjusting the position of the pillow behind her, struggling to support herself before leaning against it.
Nan Jiaojiao stood three steps away, not stepping forward to help.
Afraid of being blamed.
The manager standing at the door saw this scene and immediately exploded, "Are you a log? Can't you see our Yuan Yuan is so unwell? Would it kill you to help her up?"
