The next day.
Ling Qingyu sat down in boredom, ruffling through the decks of papers and clicking on the keyboards inside her personal office room at work.
She had heard her threat yielded the desired outcome after listening to Athena's report. All of them confessed at the police station about every single deed and showed remorse.
Ling QIngyu snorted. Whether it was genuine remorse or the weight of her ultimatum, everyone who was present, understood very clearly.
As for the individual sent by Yang Qingyue, Ling Qingyu was aware of their presence, thanks in part to Tang Ziyi's timely reminder. She had detected the person as soon as he appeared.
Ling Qingyu's mouth twitched while complaining when Tang Ziyi pointed out the private detective's obvious mistake and useless talents.
Okay, even Ling Qingyu couldn't find this person, no matter how she searched for it. Tang Ziyi's complaint sounded more like cursing at her lack of capabilities.