Song Shiyu’s gaze swept past the police car without a trace, and he frowned slightly.
Then, he took out his phone and sent a message.
Bai Jiayu stood beside song Shiyu and said curiously, “Third brother, there’s something wrong with you.”
“What’s Wrong?”Song Shiyu’s tone was low.
“There’s nothing wrong.”Bai Jiayu continued, “First of all, why are you suddenly concerned about Tong Tong? Second, who were you texting just now?”
Song Shiyu was a cold-blooded person. Even when Old Madam song was still alive, she rarely received his concern.
Not to mention this cousin who only had a quarter of her blood relationship with him.
Besides, song Shiyu had never been one to lower his head.
But today, he kept looking down at his phone.
“What do I need to explain to you?”Song Shiyu’s tone was low.