Chapter 899
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"Huh?" Song Qingchun was startled, unable to process what Su Zhinian said.
"Phone, I mean, where's your phone?"
"Okay." Song Qingchun ran out of the bathroom in a hurry and soon returned with her phone.
Su Zhinian accepted the phone, and as he clicked on WeChat, he asked, "You haven't deleted your messages, right?"
"No …" Just as Song Qingchun said that, she heard Tang Nuan's voice coming from the bathroom. "Yes, there is … a … bag … recording …"
Song Qingchun was confused why Su Zhinian would run off to listen to Tang Nuan's message in the middle of their conversation. She frowned and couldn't help but ask Su Zhinian, who was focused on Tang Nuan's recording, softly, "Is there a problem?"
Su Zhinian was silent for a long time. Instead of answering Song Qingchun's question, he asked another question, "Where's your bag?"
Song Qingchun blinked. "What bag?"
"Your bag, where is it?" Su Zhinian asked in more detail.
"Changing room …"
Before Song Qingchun could finish, Su Zhinian had already rushed into the changing room. She hurried to catch up. As she stepped into the changing room, she heard Su Zhinian ask, "Do you still remember which bag you were carrying the day I brought you to the children's home?"
Song Qingchun had many bags, and most of them were different. She might not have been able to remember it on any other day, but she could clearly remember the bag she was carrying on the day they went to the children's home.
That morning, before she left the house, her sister-in-law, Fang Rou, had called out to her and given her a new bag.
Song Qingchun looked around the display case and pointed at the third seat from the left of the second row. "That one."
"LV?" Su Zhinian asked after glancing at the label.
Song Qingchun nodded.
Su Zhinian walked forward wordlessly to pull the bag down from the floor. Then he opened the zipper and started to rummage through it.
"What are you looking for?" Song Qingchun walked forward and asked with a confused expression.
Su Zhinian did not say anything as he pulled open every zipper of the bag. Finally, he pulled out a bug the size of a button from the innermost pocket of the bag.
Song Qingchun's eyes widened to their maximum. She seemed to understand something, but she still opened her mouth in disbelief. She stammered, "Why … why is there such a thing in my bag?"
Su Zhinian pursed his lips and ignored Song Qingchun. Instead, he pulled out the device from behind the bug and asked, "Did you buy this bag, or was it a gift from someone else?"
Song Qingchun's face was pale. She took several deep breaths before she said, "Sister-in-law gave it to me."
Sister-in-law? Fang Rou?
Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian looked at each other. Even though they didn't say anything, the next second, the two of them turned in unison and ran toward the bedroom door.
They first went to Fang Rou's bedroom, but it was empty. Then they went downstairs, but there was still no sign of Fang Rou.
After asking the maids, they found out that Fang Rou hadn't returned home since last night.
Song Qingchun rushed to the landline to call Fang Rou, but her phone was already switched off.
Su Zhinian and Song Qingchun looked at each other. Su Zhinian pointed upstairs, and Song Qingchun followed him back to the bedroom calmly.
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