"Xu Jiao, if Song Qian hadn't asked me to resign, I wouldn't be leaving. Now that I'm leaving, who knows when I'll see you again. Goodbye, Xu Jiao."
Li Xiaobao watched, his expression somewhat strange: "What does this prove?"
"It proves a lot. If you didn't trust me, I wouldn't show you. Little Qiu has always liked me, pursued me. Do you think he'd leave willingly? It's definitely Song Qian messing things up, making Little Qiu go."
"What kind of logic is that? He likes you, pursues you, and you didn't accept him, so leaving in disappointment isn't normal?" Li Xiaobao said, somewhat annoyed. Xu Jiao really overthinks things.
Li Xiaobao didn't take it seriously either.
Tonight, Li Xiaobao happened to be on night duty, so he went to the haunted place Zhang Xi mentioned, which was in the parking garage. When Zhang Xi helped a guest park their car, he saw a woman dressed entirely in white, with her hair down, her face unseen, flash by in the garage.
