Upon those words, Boss Sun felt even more aggrieved, muttering softly in unwillingness: "This... can you blame me? It's those people's lack of enthusiasm. I sent them the message just as it got dark, and until now, no one has responded to me. Are these guys ignoring the life or death of that woman?"
Hearing this, Qu Hong frowned, reached out to take Boss Sun's phone, an old-fashioned black and white screen. Opening the mailbox, it stored the exchanges between both parties. These were key clues, not a single one deleted by Boss Sun.
As expected, the recent texts were all sent by Boss Sun, several hours ago, but the other party hadn't responded, a drastic shift from their previous attitude.
Qu Hong sensed a whiff of danger.
Suddenly, she saw a few bright spots in the rearview mirror, turned her head quickly, and found two cars approaching from the dark road behind them.
At the same time, Boss Sun's phone suddenly rang.
