As they reached the door, Li Guang suddenly grabbed Zhao Ming's arm.
"Officer, please, you must get to the bottom of this!"
"Cuilan, she... can't just leave in such an unclear manner!"
Mr. Fu nodded solemnly, "We will do our very best."
At this moment, on the highway, Jiang An and Wan were driving swiftly.
The blue light from the dashboard illuminated their weary faces.
"Mr. Chen, actually, we could let the local precinct gather some initial information."
Wan said while holding onto the steering wheel, "That way, we wouldn't have to rush through the night."
Jiang An rubbed his temples, "This clue is too critical."
"Wang Jun's alibi hinges on the testimony from this salon. We must personally verify every detail."
Wan glanced at the navigation, "At this speed, we can get there before two o'clock."
"But at that time, will the salon still be open?"
"At places like that, business gets better late at night," Jiang An remarked meaningfully.
