trap rose

Gu Zichen put down the tea cup and whispered softly: "Good tea." His voice was low and magnetic, giving people a sense of reassurance.

After hearing this, Chen Meiqi showed a happy smile on her face, "As long as you like it." She said softly, her voice full of tenderness.

Gu Zichen looked at her, with a hint of warmth flashing in his eyes, "Your craftsmanship is really good. The aroma and taste of the tea are really a rare treat."

"Okay, let's not waste time anymore. Tell me what that person looks like." Gu Zichen's tone was serious. He sat at his desk, folded his hands on the table, and stared at Chen Meiqi firmly.

Chen Meiqi tried hard to recall, her brows furrowed and her eyes full of anxiety: "The man was wearing a hat and a mask. I couldn't see his face clearly, but he was tall, muscular, and wearing a black sportswear Clothes."

Gu Zichen's eyes sharpened: "Are you sure?"

Chen Meiqi nodded vigorously: "I'm sure. Moreover, his eyes made me feel very uncomfortable. It was a cold and ruthless look."

Gu Zichen was silent for a while, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes: "I understand. In addition, I think your intuition is right. We should be more vigilant. We would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go."

He stood up, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and looked out the window firmly: "I will send someone to investigate this matter, and you must pay attention to your own safety."

Chen Meiqi looked at Gu Zichen gratefully: "Thank you, I really don't know how to thank you."

Her voice was trembling, and her eyes were slightly red.

Pei Zhiyao gently patted Chen Meiqi on the shoulder: "Don't worry, we will do our best to protect Wen Mian."

His eyes were full of determination and tenderness, as if telling Chen Meiqi that everything would be fine.

Gu Zichen frowned, knowing the seriousness of this matter.

Gu Zichen's eyes are deep and his facial lines are as clear as a sculpture.

He calmly took out his phone and his fingertips lightly slid across the smooth screen, as if playing a silent piece of music.

His eyes were firm and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he had everything under control.

He dialed the number, his voice low and powerful, every word seemed to flow from the depths of his heart, with unquestionable authority.

His words were short and direct: "Check all the surveillance videos from the hospital today."

His tone did not rise and fall, but it made people feel a strong sense of oppression.

He took a deep breath and continued: "Focus on the suspicious person who is 1 meters tall and wearing black sportswear."

His eyes became sharp, and there was a cold and determined light in his eyes.

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be shocked by his tone and order, and immediately responded: "Yes, I will do it right away."

Gu Zichen hung up the phone and stood in front of the window, staring deeply out the window.

His back was tall and aloof, like a mountain peak, standing erect.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

His thoughts were racing through his mind, analyzing various possibilities.

He knew that this suspicious figure in black sportswear must be inextricably linked to Wen Mian.

A few hours later, the hospital surveillance video was sent to him.

He sat in front of the computer, staring at the screen intently, not letting go of every picture.

Those seemingly ordinary scenes hide endless clues in his eyes.