Less than twenty minutes later, Tang Yiting’s pink supercar stopped near the lawn.
Li Qiao stood up, and as she bid farewell to Shang Yu, he asked in a deep voice, "Where are you attending the farewell banquet?"
The man lazily lowered his eyelids, "Hmm, go on, don’t drive if you’ve been drinking today."
Once she got in the car, Tang Yiting glanced outside the window as if it really mattered and said, "Qiao, that man..."
Li Qiao fastened her seat belt with one hand and smiled, "Yes, it’s exactly who you’re thinking of."
Tang Yiting trembled all over, turned stiffly, and pointed to the phone on her lap, "That, that phone with the series of numbers..."
"It’s his too." Li Qiao glanced at her and provided the answer.
In an instant, Tang Yiting felt as if her phone had tremendously increased in value!
She actually had the Overlord of the South Sea’s number in her call log. Could she still use this phone?
Should she go home and enshrine it in a shrine?
A moment later, Tang Yiting started the car and asked again, "What about your phone? Is it out of battery?"
"It’s at the police station, I’ll pick it up after the banquet." As soon as she finished speaking, Li Qiao closed her eyes to rest, clearly not inclined to say more.
The two of them returned to the Shuiyun Styling Studio, and Tang Yiting, with half her face makeup-free, hurried back upstairs to continue with her makeup.
Li Qiao, on the other hand, borrowed a public computer from the staff and began typing calmly in the rest area.
The issue with Li Shaoquan hadn’t been completely resolved.
Though the siblings had been released, there was no guarantee they wouldn’t cause trouble for Li Shaoquan again.
Keeping him temporarily at the police station was also a form of protective measure.
Half an hour later, Tang Yiting descended the stairs wearing a silver mermaid dress.
Although the Tang family’s young miss was usually blunt and forthright, once she carefully dressed up, she was not without her pretty and delicate charm.
Tang Yiting adjusted the hair around her shoulders and sat down next to Li Qiao, peering curiously at the computer screen, "Hey, who is this girl? She’s quite pretty."
On the computer screen, there was a somewhat blurry photo.
The girl looked young with a melon-seed-shaped face and grape-like eyes; her features combined to give off an air of ethereal grace.
Li Qiao rubbed her chin with her fingertip and nudged her head towards the screen, "What do you think, is there a beauty filter on this photo?"
Tang Yiting, a selfie expert with more beauty apps in her phone than social media apps, looked at the low-resolution photo and shook her head without a second thought, "Definitely not, it’s a natural face. If they used a beauty filter with this kind of resolution, it would turn into a car crash scene in minutes."
A thoughtful glint quickly filled Li Qiao’s eyes.
So, as a tech geek, Li Shaoquan should have been able to distinguish between a real and fake photo.
But the girl’s current appearance was almost unrecognizable from the photo.
Why such a difference?
At that moment, Tang Yiting nudged Li Qiao’s shoulder and asked with curiosity while looking at the photo, "Who is this person? With such a pretty face, she could go straight to becoming a star."
"Guan Mingyu." Li Qiao named her, and as Tang Yiting had never heard of her, she gazed at the photo with admiration for a moment and then urged, "Let’s go, we should head to the hotel, tonight I am going to outshine everyone!"
Li Qiao hummed in agreement, shattered and deleted the photos and documents, uninstalled some software, and after rebooting, she returned the computer to the staffer.
Before the files were destroyed, Tang Yiting saw some information: the siblings were orphans, the brother named Guan Mingchen, and the sister named Guan Mingyu.
At five o’clock, Li Qiao and the glamorously dressed Tang Yiting arrived at the Royal Hotel.
It seemed to be a joint gathering of two departments, so the hotel’s entrance had special guide signs placed.
The finance department’s banquet was in the East Hall, and the bioengineering department’s was in the West Hall.