C596 You're Accusing Me of Something?

"With me here, what do you have to worry about?" Putting down the tea cup, Leng Jinghong took out a cigarette and handed it to Duan Qingyan, "Qiao Yi is not that stupid. He will not reveal the whereabouts of the evidence. As long as it is well hidden, no one will be able to find it."

Duan Qingyan lit up her cigarette with familiarity, the special scent of tobacco slightly eased her anxiety