"I don't know much now!" Mr. Ikeda shook his head gently. "Last night, I asked the police superintendent in charge of the case, and he said there is no evidence to prove that the buttons have anything to do with the murderer."

"Then why did the other party take that button so hard?"

If it was something else, Jun Qing wouldn't care too much.

It was just because the button was too special that she couldn't help but think a little more.

"I don't know this! The police are now looking for clues. The only thing that is fortunate is that there are no casualties at the scene, and the staff on duty are just knocked unconscious." After a brief pause, Mr. Ikeda added, "But this guy is really bold, he dared to break into the police's territory alone..."

Mr. Ikeda said a few more words later, but Jun Qing didn't listen.

In my mind, I was just thinking about that button.

Just a button, it is not something valuable. It is worth the other party risking his life to break into the police station?

If that button is an important physical evidence, it would be fine, but from the lines of Mr. Ikeda, it seems that this button is not very important to the case.

The only explanation is that the button is very important to the person who throws the button, and what matters more than his life.

Noting Feng Chen who walked into the scene, Mr. Ikeda smiled and turned his face.

"Mr. Wind!"

Jun Qing also withdrew his thoughts and followed Mr. Ikeda to see that Feng Chen walked into the scene with an assistant with a smile on his face.

The man's face did not look like he was after a hangover, his lips were flying, his blue eyes were bright, and he looked radiant.

"I heard that today is a press conference, so I will come here to take a look and apologize to Mr. Ikeda. I was a little disobedient last night, so please don't mind."

"Mr. Feng is so polite, I don't take good care of you."

After a few remarks, Mr. Ikeda said goodbye and left because the company still has affairs.

Feng Chen looked at the model on the runway for a moment, then turned to Jun Qing: "Will you still perform tonight?"

"Of course not!" Jun Qing shrugged, "This time, I attended as a company representative."

"What a pity!" Feng Chen smiled, "I thought I could hear you sing."

"There are opportunities in the future." Jun chuckled.

"That's right!" Feng Chen pondered for a moment, "I'll come here to support you in the evening. Are you welcome?"

The other party took the initiative to come and support him, but Jun Qing was of course inconvenient to refuse, "Of course, absolutely welcome."

"Mr. Jun!" Li Qi walked over in the distance, "The models have changed their clothes. When do you see when will it start?"

"Okay, then that's all. I won't disturb you in your work. See you in the evening."

"I send you!"

"No, be busy with yours. Everyone is so familiar with you, don't be so polite!"

Waving his hand at her, Feng Chen turned around and left.

Jun Qing stood there, watching him walk away, his smile slightly lowered, and his eyebrows slightly frowned.

If the other party wants to meet Mr. Ikeda, there is no need to come to the show.

As Zhao Yiyi said, Feng Chen seemed to be very interested in her.

Fengchen, I'm really sorry.

You are very good, but unfortunately I don’t have that blessing!

Turning around, she put away her complicated emotions, walked to the runway, sat on the chair facing the runway, and nodded to Li Qi.

"start!"

"Everyone is ready to start!"

With Li Qi's order, the music sounded, and the new season of fashion models walked out of the runway one after another.
Chapter completed!