Zhan Qipei had already said it like that, if she still refused, it would not only make no sense but also show that she had a guilty conscience.
"Then suit yourself."
"Alright, wait a moment for me," Zhan Qipei said and then went to the room to pack up.
Qiao Jing's eyes lingered on the busy figure of Zhan Qipei for a few seconds before she pulled away and started to compose a message to send to Xu Moqian.
"When I asked you to take Zhan Qipei to the hospital, you didn't blow your cover, did you?"
"Ding—"
Xu Moqian replied almost instantly.
"When I handle things, would you still seek me out if you didn't trust me?"
Upon hearing this, Qiao Jing felt it made sense; she was just being overly nervous.
Despite this, she still couldn't help but ask.
"And did you manage to take care of the blood stains in the field?"
"Don't worry, everything's taken care of," Xu Moqian messaged back, then began to wonder.