The message only had two words.
"You're free."
After he sent the message, he thought about it before wandering back to the table. He snapped a picture of the document and sent it to Cheng Qingchong. She was a clever girl. Without an explanation, she would understand what happened.
However, the man who had been cold-blooded for many years, who refused to mind other people's business, was surprised to find himself in a charitable mood twice that night.
The first time was when he called Qin Yinan before the man left. He wanted to tell him, I haven't touched her, but he didn't because he felt it was very unlike him to do so.
The second time was just now. He didn't need to send the picture to Cheng Qingchong, and after he did, he still couldn't understand why he did it.
…
Cheng Qingchong wandered the streets of Beijing alone until 3 am before she returned home. She was sad but looked calm on the surface as she took deliberate steps up the stairs.
