Qi Taiguo returned to his room, leaned against the headboard, and unfolded the small roll of paper that had fallen out of Zhao Wei's boot, looking at the names and contact numbers written on it, his hand clenched into a fist.
A piece of paper didn't mean much, and even if submitted, it wouldn't constitute any evidence, but the fact that it had appeared in Zhao Wei's possession was worth pondering.
Should he turn this in? But then again, could he truly trust the commander?
Qi Taiguo pursed his lips, somewhat uncertain.
The bathroom door clicked, and Qi Taiguo quickly stuffed the note into his trouser pocket, as Gao Linbing walked out, drying his hair.
"Damn, finally took a good bath, tomorrow I can finally go home and cuddle with my wife." Gao Linbing cursed casually as he flopped back on the bed with a long sigh.
