Suddenly, an angry voice came from outside.
"I told you Nan Yu wasn't here, why have you come again?"
Dragging a suitcase, Song Yingqing, with her dazzling red hair, walked out of the elevator, looking displeased at the man standing at the door.
Upon hearing the voice, Tan Lichuan quickly turned around and asked seriously, "Miss Song, do you know where she is now?"
Song Yingqing stood at the doorway, "I don't know, and you should be looking for her uncle, not coming here."
Tan Lichuan stared at her for a few seconds, taking in her expression, before continuing, "Miss Song, the phone number I left for her last time, did you give it to her?"
Song Yingqing averted her gaze and inserted the key into the door, "I did, but whether she called or not, I have no idea."
As the door opened, Tan Lichuan's gaze quickly swept around inside, but saw no one's trace.
He frowned slightly and took out a business card.