Shen Minghan gently placed the glass bottle in Han Luoli's palm and patted it, "The eavesdropping device is still inside, and so is the evidence. It's been with me for several days now."
Several days?
Han Luoli's hand paused, reflexively curling. The man's brows were deeply furrowed, and his eyes filled with suspicion as he looked at his brother, wondering why Shen Minghan hadn't informed him right away.
A sense of unease stirred in his heart, and the joy he had felt was greatly diminished.
"Listen, or don't listen, it's your choice. Luoli, no matter what, don't hurt Xiao Er again." After saying this, Shen Minghan straightened his suit jacket and strode out.
Before leaving, he also took a stack of reports from his pocket—voiceprint reports.
Some things required time for Han Luoli to digest, just as he had needed plenty of time to come to terms with the truth when he had learned it.
