Lu Youting looked at the old grandma with a smile that wasn't quite a smile: "This number called my wife Jian Si yesterday, and the caller was Ji Mingche. Do you have anything to say?"
The old grandma calmly took out her phone, hung up the number, and pretended to ponder for a while before feigning a sudden realization.
"Oh! So that person is the one you're looking for."
Lu Youting's sharp eyes narrowed with an icy chill: "That person?"
The old grandma spoke slowly and deliberately: "I lent my phone to a young man yesterday, and he must be the one you're looking for. But after he made the call, he left."
"He left?" Lu Youting was half-doubtful.
"Yes! He was seriously injured, why would he stick around? Besides, I'm an old woman, just wanting to live out my days in peace. That man looked like he had crossed some unsavory forces, and I dared not keep him."
The old grandma spoke with such conviction, it seemed as though she was telling the truth.