"Can you describe in detail the contents of the phone call you overheard?" An Yang asked.
Gu Yi'an hesitated for a moment but still nodded.
"A male voice, it should be Li Gang, said, 'Little girl, last time... I didn't... didn't kill you, wasn't that exciting enough? This time, I've prepared a lot of good stuff, it will definitely kill you.'"
Gu Yi'an pressed her lips together, her voice was very calm, completely devoid of any personal emotion.
At this moment, she completely regarded herself as a bystander, an outsider, or even just a recording device.
Otherwise, if she had to repeat those words herself, it would be very difficult for her to say them out loud.
"Is there more?" An Yang paused and asked again.
"Yes." Gu Yi'an's expression remained indifferent, as if it had nothing to do with her. She repeated those unpleasant words once again.
An Yang nodded, "Hmm, so how did you determine which floor she was on, and which private room?"
This was the key question.
