In fact, Song Song hadn't really left; she was hiding in the shadows, watching Qiao Yu meet with a reporter and seeing them whisper to each other clandestinely.
Once Qiao Yu got on the nanny van and left, Song Song intercepted the reporter. The reporter, upon seeing her, immediately tried to flee, but he didn't manage a single step before Song Song expertly shoulder-threw him to the ground—
"B-boss, spare me! I'm just doing my job for the money." The reporter winced in pain, "I-I have elderly and kids to feed at home too. Please, boss, have mercy."
"Hmm, I know you're doing this for money. If it weren't like that, your hands would've been useless long ago."
Song Song stood with her arms crossed in front of the reporter, her eyes cold as ice, "Now get up and tell me what exactly that woman wanted you to do!"
