But the outfit belonged to a male waiter.
Nanqiao turned to look at Jingting, only to see his handsome face tense with tight lines, a silence brooding in his eyes and brows.
He pondered for a moment and then said with a forced smile, "Think carefully again, did that waiter have any other distinctive features?"
The memories of that night gradually coalesced in her mind. Nanqiao seriously recalled, "I didn't think much at the time and can't remember the specifics, but when I spoke to him, he seemed familiar, as if I had seen him somewhere before..."
While speaking, she suddenly remembered something and asked the police officer across from her, "By the way, do you have the license plate numbers of the guests who attended the banquet that night?"
If the waiter had really disguised himself, he probably wouldn't have chosen to leave on foot.
