Just as a few people were about to follow, Song Guanchao stopped and turned back, "I'll go over myself, it's too many people, it'll be easy to get noticed."

Though Cheng Xiang wanted to go, Song Guanchao made sense—they lacked any professional tracking skills.

If they got caught peeping, all their efforts would be for nothing.

Jiang Yiren and Chen Yirou also halted their steps.

No matter how much they wanted to see, they had to listen to Song Guanchao at times like this.

Song Guanchao walked over alone, sticking close to the outer wall and approaching the balcony.

He slowly poked his head out, quickly passing by the balcony to observe the living room.

In the living room, there were only two women and the man previously seen in the bathroom.

No sign of the other man.

At the moment, the three were sitting on the sofa chatting, without a trace of drugs in sight.

Song Guanchao frowned slightly.

He only heard from Chen Yirou that she saw a needle.

But this couldn't prove that the needle was certainly used by the man in the bathroom.

It could have been someone else's before him.

Therefore, they needed to catch them taking drugs; otherwise, it would all be speculation.

He had no better solution, just had to wait.

Not far away, the three squatted on the ground, feeling anxious seeing Song Guanchao standing there like a statue, unmoving.

"How long will this take?" Cheng Xiang was a bit bored.

"I'll go take a look."

Chen Yirou suddenly walked over, Cheng Xiang whispered, "Better not go."

Chen Yirou ignored him.

Song Guanchao noticed her approach, frowned but said nothing.

She walked over, stood beside Song Guanchao, didn't speak, and mimicked him by peeking half her head out to look into the living room.

Just as she was about to withdraw her gaze, the three in the living room suddenly moved.

The two women went into the room, leaving the man alone on the sofa smoking and watching TV.

A few minutes later, the two women came out.

It was obvious that their bodies were swaying, struggling to stand steady.

They approached the man, knelt before him, pulled down his pants, and started doing unspeakable things.

This scene unfolded so quickly that by the time Chen Yirou realized it, it was too late.

Instinctively, she wanted to retreat but held back.

Intuition told her something was off with these two women's actions.

She forced herself to continue watching, despite her internal shame.

Soon, she saw another woman strip off completely, spread her legs, and sit on the man, gyrating her body rapidly, letting out loud cries of "ah ah."

Meanwhile, the man who had been absent emerged from the room naked as well.

His body was also swaying heavily.

He came over, grabbed the woman kneeling on the floor, and, holding her buttocks, began thrusting wildly like a primitive beast.

The large living room had become a place of debauchery for four people.

Chen Yirou had never seen anything like this and was deeply shocked.

Her cheeks flushed, eyes filled with embarrassment, and it felt as if a fire was raging within her, her mind involuntarily drifting back to that suggestive scene with Song Guanchao in the bar restroom.

"Let's go."

Song Guanchao softly said, turning to leave as Chen Yirou took a few breaths to calm down before quickly following.

When they returned, Cheng Xiang asked, "How did it go?"

Song Guanchao shook his head, "Let's go, we'll come back tomorrow."

Without witnessing drug use directly, he couldn't be sure.

While the debauchery seemed like post-drug behavior, lacking concrete evidence, it was premature to draw conclusions.

The best plan was to return the next day and check when they weren't home.

At this moment, Chen Yirou also returned. Cheng Xiang noticed her odd expression and curiously asked, "What did you see?"

Chen Yirou glanced at Song Guanchao and whispered, "They were engaged in an orgy."

"Ah?"

Cheng Xiang and Jiang Yiren were surprised.

"An orgy?" Cheng Xiang seemed quite interested, "You both saw it?"

Chen Yirou nodded; she didn't want to discuss the subject—it was too embarrassing.

Cheng Xiang kept glancing toward the house, eager to see for himself.

Song Guanchao said, "If you want to look, go ahead, just be careful not to get caught."

"I'm not that interested," Cheng Xiang denied but ultimately restrained himself.

"If not, let's go."

They biked back to the bar and found a designated driver.

By the time they returned to the party school, it was already 11 PM.

"Get some rest; we have work tomorrow."

Song Guanchao said before heading to his room.

Chen Yirou returned to her room, took a shower, washed her clothes, and hung them on the balcony.

Though she lay in bed, sleep didn't come easily.

Whenever she closed her eyes, her mind replayed the bar bathroom incident.

Especially the moment Song Guanchao bumped into her from behind, even with clothes in between.

In that instant, she could clearly feel Song Guanchao hit her most sensitive spot.

She wasn't like Jiang Yiren, an innocent girl unaware of such matters.

She had been in relationships, familiar with intimacy between men and women.

After her breakup, it had been almost three years.

Many had pursued her over the years, but as her career started to advance, she didn't want a relationship to jeopardize it, so she stayed single.

Another reason, the fundamental one, was she hadn't met the right person.

After all, she was already 27, not young anymore.

Moreover, she was a woman and a director within the system.

She felt past the dating age, so if she were to find someone, it had to be with marriage in mind.

She needed stability, which would also help her career.

So she stayed single, waiting for the right one.

With her mind cluttered with thoughts, she gradually drifted into dreams.

The next morning, Song Guanchao was having breakfast in the cafeteria when the others gradually arrived, carrying their trays to sit by him.

Cheng Xiang asked, "Heading out after breakfast?"

"Yes."

"Where to?"

"That neighborhood from yesterday," Song Guanchao replied, "Have breakfast first, we'll talk on the way."

At a nearby table, Zhou Xin and a few others were also eating.

They kept glancing over.

"I wonder if Song Guanchao found anything."

"There must be some progress."

"Why not ask?"

"Are you stupid? Do you think they'll share?"

Zhou Xin looked thoughtful. He also believed Song Guanchao made progress.

He was eager to know what Song Guanchao had found.

But as they said, it wasn't likely Song Guanchao would disclose.

If they could crack the case, it would be quite an achievement.

Nonetheless, there are always more ways than difficulties.

Even if he didn't say, Zhou Xin had ways to find out.

Zhou Xin squinted his eyes, whispered, "Old Yao, you don't need to do anything today. Just follow him! Wherever he goes, you're there!"

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