"......." Qi Ming shivered again, his speech becoming somewhat stammered, "Wha—, I—I didn't say anything."
Wen Qiao asked him, "Did Director Li also send you this message on the paper yesterday?"
"Yeah, r-right." Qi Ming swallowed, his heart that had jumped a moment ago now slowly sinking, "After he explained the recording time needed for this episode, he suddenly sent me this phrase. I was quite baffled."
Wen Qiao looked at the four empty boxes as if deep in thought, "What time did he send you this message?"
"Sometime after eleven." While speaking, Qi Ming kept moving closer to Wen Qiao.
"The exact time."
"Who would remember that so clearly—" Qi Ming had succeeded in moving next to Wen Qiao and saw her fingers lightly and slowly tapping on the table.
Tap, then another tap.
The rhythm was clear, especially unnerving in this empty room.
