C88 Small Profit

Mu Yanxi, Zhang Lingling, and Qin Zhiming sat around the table in the bedroom. The things Zhang Lingling brought over were all piled on top of it. She was holding a bag of mustard potato chips and munching on them.

Mu Yanxi said, "The police should have gone to look for you guys and asked about Chang Heng's death."

Hearing this, Zhang Lingling and Qin Zhiming nodded together