Chen Yirou wouldn't say such things without a reason.

She must have discovered something.

Song Guanchao nodded: "There has been some bad blood."

"No wonder."

Chen Yirou said, "I just overheard them talking about you outside the restroom."

Talking about me?

Song Guanchao kept a listening posture.

Chen Yirou continued: "Yan Han asked Wang Chu to keep an eye on you. This is the recorded conversation I have."

She took out her phone.

Song Guanchao put it to his ear and listened to their conversation.

They were indeed discussing how to deal with him.

Song Guanchao squinted.

Liang Jiajia was right.

This guy came to Wang Chu specifically to target him.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Chen Yirou chuckled and moved her hair to maintain distance from him.

They were just too close earlier, combined with the atmosphere in the box and a hint of alcohol, made her feel quite ambiguous.

Besides, Song Guanchao's scent was pleasant.

She had never been this close to a stranger before, and her heart, which had been dormant for many years, was subtly restless.

Jiang Yiren had already noticed them whispering to each other and felt a bit depressed.

He was acting so ambiguously with a woman he had just met for a day.

Yet towards her, he always maintained a cold attitude.

"There's a massage place upstairs. After we drink, let's go up for a massage."

Yan Han said with a smile.

Everyone heard this and looked at each other with a mutual understanding that men share.

After a few drinks, Yan Han felt it was about time and stood up: "Let's head up."

He then said to the three women: "The masseurs at this club have excellent skills, go up and relax a bit."

Chen Yirou shook her head: "No, I'll wait for you downstairs."

Jiang Yiren also declined politely.

Song Guanchao thought, are they planning to set me up with a woman and then call the police to catch me?

He felt it wasn't going to be such a crude setup.

But regardless, he couldn't accept such services.

"You guys have fun, I'm not going."

As he spoke, everyone turned to look at him.

They understood why the women refused.

After all, few women could accept a massage from male masseurs.

But Song Guanchao's refusal left them slightly dissatisfied.

They were all men, playing together meant knowing each other's secrets.

But as long as one person didn't participate, the others would be on edge.

As soon as Song Guanchao refused, Cheng Xiang also said, "I'm not going either."

Song Guanchao gave him a slightly surprised look.

Someone advised: "It's just a massage, all regular. Besides, Director Yan is treating, you should give him the respect."

Cheng Xiang smiled and said: "To be honest, my girlfriend is arriving soon, and I'm going to her place tonight."

No sooner had he said this, his phone rang.

"See, there's the call now." He answered the phone in front of everyone.

After finishing the call, he said: "She's already downstairs, I have to go. Director Yan, thanks for the treat tonight, remember you must attend when I host next time."

"Of course, of course." Yan Han didn't make it difficult for him.

After Cheng Xiang left, everyone looked at Song Guanchao, their eyes pressuring him, as if to see what excuse he would offer.

Song Guanchao had no excuse, nor did he need one.

Not going means not going.

This group of people in the box wasn't worth an excuse from him to decline.

He lit a cigarette, crossed his legs, put one hand on the back of the sofa, and facing them, he smiled and said: "You guys go ahead, I'll go back on my own later, no need to trouble Director Yan to send me."

The group looked at each other, not knowing how to respond.

They thought Song Guanchao would submit to the majority, but he was tough and unyielding, making them a bit embarrassed.

Yan Han came over and said: "District Chief Song, the point of going out is to have fun. Go up for a massage."

"As you said, the most important thing is to be happy. A massage makes me unhappy."

His words carried a slight edge.

Yan Han kept his smile, sighed helplessly, and turned back: "Then let's call it a night, it's getting late, I'll send everyone home and we can meet another day."

Everyone looked at Song Guanchao with dissatisfaction.

If it weren't for Song Guanchao, they would've been able to relax tonight.

This club was of such high class, the female masseurs upstairs must be of high quality.

Thinking about this aroused their resentment.

Song Guanchao glanced at Yan Han, this guy was setting him up as a target for their animosity.

He instantly put himself at odds with these people.

The training hadn't even started, and he had already strained his relationship with these trainees.

When they spread this around, likely the whole training class would isolate him.

Song Guanchao's eyes flickered, suddenly thought of a way to handle this.

He sighed and said: "Director Yan's putting me on the spot."

Yan Han's smile was full of hidden meanings: "What do you mean, District Chief Song?"

Song Guanchao shook his head with a bitter smile: "My girlfriend is also in the Provincial City, I'm afraid if she finds out, she'll have a row with me."

Clearly, no one believed him. Song Guanchao said: "Don't think I'm making excuses, Director Yan knows my girlfriend, we had dinner together yesterday."

The group looked at Yan Han curiously, and he had no choice but to explain: "His girlfriend is also a police officer."

The group was astonished, was it true?

Yan Han said: "Rest assured, District Chief Song, we're just getting a massage, not doing anything else. I certainly wouldn't mention this to your girlfriend."

"Well..." Song Guanchao looked conflicted.

Others also persuaded: "It's just a massage, I often do it myself after tiring work, it's for relaxation, relieving stress."

After a round of persuasion, Song Guanchao's mental defenses weakened.

He stood up and said: "I'll go to the restroom first."

The group looked at him and smiled.

Meanwhile, Jiang Yiren and Chen Yirou, on the side, were extremely disgusted with this group of men.

They indulged, but insisted on pulling Song Guanchao in.

They were also somewhat disappointed in Song Guanchao.

They thought he would hold his ground, but turned out he was easily swayed.

Song Guanchao entered the restroom and made a low-voiced call to Liang Jiajia.

After coming out, he looked at the two women: "Director Chen, Secretary Jiang, do wait downstairs, our massage won't take long."

Chen Yirou shook her head: "We'll be going back to rest."

Song Guanchao gave her a look filled with implied meaning: "Better to sit downstairs for a bit, we'll go back together. It's so late and you two are so pretty, it's dangerous."

Chen Yirou felt as if he was hinting something, but worried it was her imagination.

After hesitating, she changed her mind: "Then we'll wait for you downstairs."

As she walked out of the box, her phone suddenly vibrated.

Song Guanchao had sent her a message, asking her to forward the recording of Yan Han and Wang Chu's conversation to him.

After pondering a moment, she sent it over.

Inside the box.

Yan Han said: "Everyone, have a seat, I'll go up and make arrangements, guaranteeing your satisfaction."

Wang Chu said: "I'll go with you, pick a few with good looks."

However, they had just left for less than two minutes when Song Guanchao suddenly stood up, looking seriously at everyone: "Folks, we're being set up!"

The group stared at him, confused.

Someone asked: "What kind of setup?"

Song Guanchao didn't answer immediately, opened the door, peeked outside, then closed the door again.

This serious and cautious gesture somehow made everyone's heart tighten.

Song Guanchao said in a deep voice: "Director Yan arranged for the police!"

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