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A sudden chill ran down my back!

Song Ci raised her eyes and glanced at the unfamiliar number.

Immediately use the relationship to find the IP address of this strange number.

Soon, the other party sent a reply: "Sorry, Miss Song, it's a virtual IP, and no real information can be found."

I just got the news here, and another message was sent from an unknown number.

[Unknown number]: I still have a lot of content like this.

Is it Meng Wan?

Only Meng Wan knew about her deliberate approach to Zhu Yanzheng. Song Ci could only think that the other party was Meng Wan or someone related to Meng Wan.

[Song Ci]: What do you want to say?

She doesn't need to reveal any loopholes or evidence.

Even if it means breaking the sky, this is just a surveillance photo.

She was only photographed coming out of the bathroom. At that time, her medicine was all in her bag, so it was impossible to be photographed.

Therefore, this picture, without other supporting evidence, cannot be used as any evidence to threaten her.

It's just that after Song Ci's message was sent, the other party never replied.

Song Ci frowned slightly, and not long after, the person she entrusted to find the IP also sent another message.

"Ms. Song, this number has disappeared and been logged out."

Every clue was destroyed.

Song Ci frowned, her expression cold.

Therefore, Meng Wan still did not give up looking for her evidence.

How long can Zhu Yanzheng's favoritism towards her last?

Song Ci squinted his eyes, a hint of deep meaning flashed in his eyes.

——You still need to be prepared.

The next morning, when Song Ci got up, it was already nine o'clock in the morning.

After washing up, changing clothes and going downstairs, Zhu Yanzheng was already waiting in the living room.

I don't know if it's Song Ci's misunderstanding, but Zhu Yanzheng seems to be obsessed with dining with her recently.

It seemed that no matter how late she got up, no matter how "cold war" they had some time ago, the two of them would eventually sit at the same dining table to eat.

Same thing this morning.

Seeing her going downstairs, Zhu Yanzheng put down the newspaper and stood up: "Have breakfast."

The two sat at the dining table.

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