Song Xiang thought that the other party had seen what was inside, and her whole body tensed up instantly, looking at the other party defensively.
The other party smiled and said, "I just went downstairs, and there was a girl at the top of the stairs who asked me to bring her up."
Song Xiang frowned, "Which staircase?"
"It's on the first floor."
The other party wanted to explain in detail, but all he said was nonsense.
Song Xiang picked up the things, went out quickly, and went straight to the logistics department.
She followed the cleaner's instructions and called up the surveillance at that time.
"Mr. Song, the surveillance equipment here is very poor. You can't tell who it is without turning on the lights."
The staff member was a little embarrassed and pointed at the screen. It was pitch black inside and only vague human figures could be seen.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, and there was cold sweat on his back.
When I walked out of the logistics department, I felt like everything was dark.
The bodyguard came in looking for someone and urged her to go back to the villa to rest.
When she got in the car, the temperature was slightly lower and she shivered violently from the cold.
The car started the engine and slowly left the parking lot. The sun was shining brightly outside, but it couldn't bring any warmth.
She pressed her hands on the seat and lowered her head unconsciously.
Tell Yan Han that if he intervenes, no one can threaten her.
However, she really didn't want him to know about this matter. She didn't want Yan Han to interfere with everything about Song Yang.
Those dirty things and people in the gutter were supposed to be in her world, and he got in touch with those people only after he got involved with her.
Take a deep breath and keep telling yourself to calm down.
Put aside Song Yang, put aside his father, those people are just a group of blackmailers, it's no big deal.
She grabbed a handful of hair, leaned back in her chair, and began to think.
Being able to put his hands on Yue Ji and knowing how to ask the cleaners to take him up is not something that the blackmailer from a family far away in Qincheng can do. There must be someone behind it.
She closed her eyes and listed the possible people one by one.
The most suspicious person is Yan Zhenzhen, but judging from her reaction just now, it doesn't look like she knows.
Who else…
"Miss Song, we're here."
The car suddenly stopped and my thoughts came to an abrupt end.
Song Xiang's eyes flashed slightly and she got out of the car silently.
Even before noon, she returned to the room alone, closed the door, went into the bathroom and took a cold shower.
When I walked out of the door, my whole body was cold and my mind was clear.
Without alerting anyone, he picked up his cell phone and called Lan Jingyu.
The phone was connected and Lan Jingyu's lazy voice came over.
"Mr. Song, I remember we didn't know each other well enough to talk on the phone three times a week."
Song Xiang stood up, opened the window, and said calmly: "Help me check a house and determine their location."
Lan Jingyu smiled, "Am I your servant?"
"I still have two houses in the center of the imperial capital, which should be worth 20 to 30 million. If they are not enough, I can issue an IOU."
Lan Jingyu breathed a long sigh of relief, "Is he a family member of the person Song Yang killed?"
Song Xiang did not answer, only said: "If you are in Qincheng, let people keep an eye on you first, and I will go there. If you are in the imperial capital, I will control you directly."
"What do you want to do?"
"Ask clearly and clean up."
Lan Jingyu was speechless, "Okay, forget the IOU, I'll take over the house."
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him.
After hanging up the phone, I heard the sound of a car stalling outside.
She looked outside and found that Yan Han was back.
I was a little surprised, I didn't expect him to come back at noon.
His first reaction was that he knew someone was blackmailing her.
I felt nervous and my hand holding the phone was a little numb.