Regardless of how the two explained it—sometimes even belittling each other—Shu still remained unconvinced, firmly believing that the two had checked in together. Eight Zero E-Book (txt02.com) Moreover, the crime scene investigators found no clues in the room except for one broken glass window. What could a broken window possibly signify? Faced with everyone's ambiguous glances, He Muqing gave Qin Feng a withering look and sniffed, "All your fault, you useless one! The fish has been hooked, yet it slips right through—almost costing me the delicious bait. Qin, next time you have something like this, I beg you, don't even think of me. Goodbye!" What could Qin, the young lord, say? He could only hope that the seasoned coach would step forward and have a heartfelt conversation with him. When they got home, it was already nearly dawn. Since Mei Hui would be heading to work in another two or three hours, he simply couldn't bear to disturb her, so he ended up just holding her gently while sleeping—unable to do the intimate thing. After a restless night, compounded by the quiet yet persistent pressure from the young officer, he soon drifted off to sleep, and completely forgot when the beautiful CEO had gotten up and left. When he finally got out of bed, yawning, it was already 1:00 p.m. He had been dreaming the entire time—mostly about the young officer and the Island of Death—so although the sleep was long, its quality was extremely poor. He ate the CEO’s thoughtful breakfast as a lunch. Just after finishing, wiping his mouth with a tissue, his phone rang—this time from an unfamiliar number. For calls from strangers, he usually just hangs up immediately. The caller kept trying twice, and each time he politely ended the call as if by law. Finally, a message arrived: "Qin—won't answer the phone! I'm bringing ten thousand troops to storm your place! Don't think I don't know your exact address; my two closest friends live right in your building. Qin, you're stunned—ten thousand people isn't much, but what about ten thousand horses? Who in their right mind could handle that? The tone is unmistakably Fang Fei's. Qin is a bit puzzled. He'd thought, after the incident last time, when she'd personally witnessed the murder scene, she'd be shaken and quiet for a while. Yet here she is, just a few days later, eager to make a scene again. The phone rings again—he can only sigh and answer: "Hello, little sister, if you're not going to behave and attend school, what do you want? What? You want me to take you out for a trip? Where to?" On the other end of the line, Fang Fei is hiding in the bathroom, with Wang Yujia and Huang Xiaozi. Fang Fei said in a threatening tone, "Qin, we find the classes boring, yet we can't just openly skip them. You have to help us get out and breathe some fresh air." "Why?" "Because you're currently pursuing my sister. If I don't advocate for you, you'll have a hard time making headway!" He has always looked down upon such empty threats. Of course, the young girl wasn't ready to give up: "If you dare not help us, I'll tell my sister—and also my parents—about your killings. I'll paint you as a killer king. My parents are both timid and cautious. If they hear that you've killed people, they'll certainly not allow my sister to continue associating with you!" "Well, then, the brother-in-law has yielded under his sister-in-law's relentless pressure!" Qin Feng said with a sense of resignation. "But I'm not even one of your three female relatives. How can the school expect me to take you all out?" "Fang Fei laughed like a little fox," she said, "You're a commissioned officer, aren't you? Just pull out your ID and make up any excuse—you'd think someone would dare to say no." Qin Dashi felt himself sinking into a pit, outwitted by three young girls still growing up. It would be too embarrassing to admit this publicly. Just as the third sister had imagined, he slammed his ID onto the dean's desk, and the dean immediately signed off, approving the three girls' departure. On the Haulmark bus, the three girls chattered nonstop. One girl was worth five thousand ducks—three of them? Qin Feng felt his head about to burst. Clearing his throat, he said, "Where will you three get off? You're now free. I have other matters to attend to. Let's each go our separate ways." Wang Yuji and Huang Xiaozi were momentarily stunned. Fang Fei asked, "Mr. Qin, how did you explain it to our dean? He agreed so readily." "Qin Feng adjusted his shoulders and hummed, "I told you three that you were involved in a well-organized case and needed your cooperation to provide details—I even mentioned the confidentiality regulations. Your incompetent supervisors assumed that as soon as information leaked, you'd be in danger, and that the more you knew, the more likely you'd be at risk. Naturally, they wouldn't ask any questions, let alone call your parents." Fang Fei pouted, "Well, now I see—this is how you've tarnished our three reputations." The young Qin, with a condescending tone, replied, "You're already skipping classes—what reputation do you have left?" The young girl grew indignant, "What do you mean? You must bear the consequences of what you've said. You've wounded our innocent hearts—you must make amends!" "Exactly—make amends!" Wang Yujia agreed, adopting a visibly distressed expression. "Hmm, considering how handsome you are, I'll skip the 'pledge of my life' part—just give each of us a kiss... Mmm, what are you girls doing? Covering my mouth?" Huang Xiaozi's mouth was firmly pressed shut by the two attendants. You flower-brained girl, what does "one kiss per person" mean? We're the ones suffering, don't you get it? Qin Feng nearly dropped his jaw. These three girls' dynamic was truly unusual—Fang Fei was always the one taking the lead, Wang Yuja served as the supportive backup, while Huang Xiaozi was simply the one who always tried to find a middle ground. "Don't laugh!" Fang Fei glared at him. "Is it really that funny? Don't you fear you'll laugh until your face goes stiff?" "Alright, alright, I won't laugh!" Qin Feng was thoroughly amused by his three sisters' antics and found himself wanting to add a bit of fun to the scene. "Miss Fei, then what should I do to make it up to you?" "The young girl twirled her eyes: 'Then let's find a fun place where you cover everything—food, drinks, entertainment. Maybe with us three all excited, we'll forgive you.' Qin Feng managed a smile and said, 'That's no problem. Shall we go to the park for bumper cars, or head to an arcade to play games, or perhaps a computer café?' Fang Fei rolled her eyes: 'Are those not the kinds of things kids do? Are you really trying to fool us?' Qin, who had intended to say they were just kids, paused—after all, the three girls had quite mature busts. If they dressed more elegantly and claimed to be eighteen, no one would question it. Could it be that there's a rule of influence too—like 'near the rose, one blooms; near the ink, one grows'? Seeing him silent, she spoke with firm conviction: 'Let's go to Hong Mo Bao. We're having drinks, singing, and going all out to have a great time!' "