Bai Yiran looked at Xiao Qiao, and she could confirm that it was the girl she met on the mountain yesterday. She had asked her to call the police for her, but Bai Yiran never received the rescue that she hoped for. She couldn't believe that this girl was here and that rumors had spread about her and her husband.
"You've met her?" Leng Yichen asked.
Bai Yiran nodded, "Yes, I have. Yesterday, Wu Chengzu took me up the mountain, and I met her when I took the opportunity to escape. At the time, I asked her to call the police for me, she heard it but didn't call."
Upon hearing the name Wu Chengzu, Leng Yichen instinctively held Bai Yiran tighter. But as he listened to her next words, his ink-like eyes turned cold, looking at Xiao Qiao with a chilling, emotionless glare.
He had asked Xiao Qiao yesterday if she had noticed anything, and she said no.
