Gong Chen looked at Lin Zhiyi and nodded, "Wen Qing is the one behind Du Qian."
Hearing Wen Qing's name again, a vision of a cruel woman's face appeared in Lin Zhiyi's mind.
"If she already knows I'm here, then what about Xingxing…" she asked worriedly.
"If she had the chance to get close to Xingxing, she wouldn't have gone through Du Qian," Gong Chen wiped his hands and reassured her.
Lin Zhiyi sighed with slight relief, looking at the retreating Du Qian, "Not calling the police—this really won't be a problem?"
"Calling the police? That'd be so boring. What comes next is far more interesting." Gong Chen tossed the handkerchief into the trash can.
Lin Zhiyi asked doubtfully, "What can he possibly do?"