"Mm."
Bo Jinghang slightly nodded, recalling how Professor Chen mentioned to him in the afternoon that although Jiang Yun had called the police back then, she never revealed the true reason why she suddenly went to the club.
If that was indeed because of Jiang Yun's obsession with him...
Biting his tongue slightly with furrowed brows, Bo Jinghang realized the peculiarity, "Xiaoqian, something seems off about this, I will look into it."
Qin Yiren gently nodded, handing the black-screened phone to the man, "Jiang Yun preserved this phone well. With some repairs, it might still work."
This way,
whether Jiang Yun was telling the truth or not could be clear from the information stored.
Bo Jinghang raised a charming eyebrow, with her reflection in his pitch-black eyes.
He didn't take the phone, his thin lips curled into a gentle arc, his voice clear and tender: "Xiaoqian, do you trust me?"
"Of course."
Qin Yiren lifted her palm-sized face, giving him a brilliant smile.
