Chapter 167: She Has Depression

Yuan Chi's eyes glanced over with disdain, and the corners of his mouth hooked into a sarcastic smile.

"Won't? Yan Jin, I'm afraid you don't know what she went through, otherwise how could you easily believe that she wouldn't commit suicide. ”

"What do you mean?"

Yan Jin raised his eyebrows, wanting to continue listening to him.

"She suffers from severe depression and has almost had accidents several times, Yan Jin, do you still dare to say that she will not commit suicide?"

Yuan Chi said slowly.

If Song Ja'an's whereabouts are really unknown.

He also wants Yan Jin to live with regret after knowing the truth, he is taking revenge.

"Rumors spread against others, but there must be evidence."

Yan Jin had a little anger on his face.

Obviously, he didn't believe Yuan Chi's words, but the joints that were clenched were already rattling.

"Am I telling the truth, you can't find out if you look it up, or do you think I'll use this kind of thing to spread rumors casually?"

Whether he believed it or not had become less important to Yuan Chi now.

He knows Yan Jin, even if he doesn't believe it now, the seeds of doubt have been planted, and Yan Jin will definitely investigate it in the future.

Yan Jin did not reply again.

Repeating Yuan Chi's words in his heart, he was a little more familiar with the condition of depression than anyone else.

Countless times when Song Ja An was wrong, and her assistant's eyes dodged as if he was trying to hide something.

It wasn't that he didn't suspect the clues at that time, but in the end, he couldn't choose it.

Because of Song Ja'an's hooking appearance, he always thought that she was a woman who couldn't get on the stage.

Her past is not worth exploring on her own.

Yuan Chi felt satisfied when he saw that his eyes began to become cloudy.

even thought that if Song Ci'an was here, he would be very unhappy if he unscrupulously told the secret she was hiding, and he wouldn't even want to deal with himself anymore.

As long as she lives safely, what does it matter if she never ignores him.

I don't want to talk to Yan Jin anymore.

He took a step first, wanting to go to the edge of the cliff to see if there was anything new.

Not long after he left, Yan Jin's figure also disappeared.

On the second day of Song Ja'an's disappearance, there were no eyebrows or clues, even if he had been handed over to the police for processing, the result was still the same.

Xiaoxiao also knew the news, and didn't sit still for a moment to call Xiao Song every other day.

But every time she replied, she turned red.

Yuan Chi seemed to have blocked the news.

She has no way of knowing the specific situation of the matter, and she also knows that sooner or later she will not be able to hide the matter, so she can only take one step at a time.

Suddenly, the phone rings.

Xiaoxiao mistakenly thought that it was Xiao Song calling, but she didn't expect it to be Qin Qiming's voice.

"Little assistant, your house is not there, I sent her a message to ask her to attend the press conference for the start of the TV series next month, but she hasn't answered the phone."

"I'm sorry, Director Qin, she hasn't had time recently, I'll ask her to call back quickly when she's free."

Xiaoxiao pretended to be calm, but the abnormality of her tone still made Qin Qiming sense that something was wrong.

"What's wrong? Is there something going on over there? ”

Xiaoxiao denied it again and again.

"No, Director Qin, you think too much, An An will be busy, there are still places where I need help, I'll hang up first."

As soon as the phone hung up the call, there was a knock on the door.

Xiaoxiao thought that Song Ci'an was back, so she rushed to open the door, and she couldn't care about dragging one of them.

But when I opened the door, I saw Yan Jin.

There was a loss in her eyes that she couldn't hide, and she had to deal with a question when she left.

"How can Yan Dacai have time to come over today."

Yan Jin didn't reply, and before Xiaoxiao could react, he had already approached the house.