"Mr. Zhou, what did you just say? I didn't quite catch that..." Qiu Cheng asked, puzzled.
"I need all the surveillance footage from the hotel that night," Zhou Mingchen said, looking at him. "By any means necessary, don't miss a single corner."
"That... might be a bit difficult..." Qiu Cheng was troubled. He was just an ordinary secretary; how could he have the authority to request surveillance footage from other hotels? Consider himself lucky if he wasn't thrown out on his ear.
"I never said you had to go alone," Zhou Mingchen said helplessly, "I've already talked to their boss on the phone and got consent. He said he'd send someone over with it, but I don't trust them. Go and pick it up yourself."
"You should've started with that; this will be easy." Qiu Cheng agreed immediately, "I'll go right now."
Xia Lu lay in bed, drowsy, and before long, she actually fell asleep.
She was awakened by the ringing of her cell phone.
