Tingting, I Have Superpowers (7)

"Huh?" Song Qingchun was started; she didn't seem to get what Su Zhinian meant.

"Phone, I mean where's your cell phone?"

"Oh." Song Qingchun rushed out of the bathroom and soon returned with her phone. Su Zhinian accepted it and opened her WhatsApp. As he did so, he asked, "You haven't deleted any messages, right?"

"I don't think so…" The moment Song Qingchun finished, Tang Nuan's voice reverberated through the bathroom.

"There… is… recorder… purse…"

Song Qingchun couldn't follow what Su Zhinian was doing. She didn't understand why he would suddenly replay Tang Nuan's dying message. She frowned and stared at Su Zhinian, who was uncharacteristically focused listening to Tang Nuan's message. She whispered, "Have you found anything?"

Su Zhinian was silent for a long time. Instead of answering Song Qingchun, he posed her another question. "Where's your purse?"

Song Qingchun blinked blankly. "Which purse?"