hard time.Jiang Chengfeng closed his eyes and drove away in his car!Jiang Po Lang held back for a while, but couldn't take it anymore. "Brother, why don't you ask what Meng Meng and I said"Jiang Chen...According to the report, this morning at 7:06 AM, Li Lanqiu made a phone call. The duration was approximately two minutes and forty-eight seconds. After hanging up, Li Lanqiu was very agitated, appearing angry, and making a commotion in the room.

7:06!

This is a sensitive time!

Because Chiang Yen-cheng was on the phone with Li Lan-qiu, he glanced at the time displayed on the receiver. It was exactly this moment!

What a coincidence!

And the call duration was two minutes and forty-eight seconds, which is another familiar number, still displayed on the landline!

This coincidence just went too far!

He is Jiang Yichen, he is not superstitious, and he is also an excellent police officer. All signs are telling him that there is a problem here, a big problem!

Do not ignore the past!

Her lips unconsciously pursed. Jiang Yichen's face turned cold and sharp. His piercing eyes narrowed, instantly revealing a sharpness to them.

This is the expression he has when facing major cases, when facing important matters!

This also indicates that he entered a state of high-speed thinking. Once he departs from this state, it means he has achieved something!

Jian Yancheng thought of Li Lanqiu's injury, the one on her neck, and recalled seeing reports last night that said Li Lanqiu's face had been beaten to a pulp by Lin Meng, making it even difficult for her to speak.

His heart skipped a beat!

At this point, such a coincidence couldn't help but lead him to make some sort of guess.

How come this is such a coincidence Wu Shengnan said she has something in her mouth, so she speaks with difficulty, stuttering!

If he dared to assume for a moment, Li Lanqiu… Wu Shengnan…

His eyelids twitched involuntarily.

After some thought, he pulled open a drawer and from a pile of photos he'd taken secretly of Li Lanqiu, he selected one showing her back. He stood up, walked out of the study, and found his wife.

"Did your male friend call you this morning What did he say to you"

"That's just how it is." Jiang's mother replied nonchalantly, casually asking, "What did she want from you"

It's nothing, just a little close call.

Jiang Mu gave a noncommittal hum and didn't press further. Because that girl and her mother would always call them every few days, making pleasantries. This had become a habit.

" the bed. The more he picked, the darker his face became, and the colder and gloomier his aura. She didn't dare speak, clutching the vibrant red rose tightly to her chest. She didn't even dare breathe...