Therefore, Song Mingzhe, a procedural genius, can only find out his location half an hour ago.

Not necessarily the real location.

Location jammers sometimes create a fake address to convince the searcher that it is real.

Xiong Miao pursed her lips in distress: "He is in the dark, and we are in the light. It is really difficult to find him."

"Yes." Song Mingzhe nodded: "Unless something happens that can lure him out."

"What event?" Xiong Miao was curious.

"For example, if someone he cares about makes a sensation in the whole city, he will only know about it if it makes a sensation in the whole city." Song Mingzhe made an analogy.

Someone who cares, something that makes a big splash in the city?

Does Zhan Zifeng care about anyone here, and do they know each other?

Xiong Miao thought about it, but couldn't figure out who that person was.

Su Mumu didn't care about Zhan Zifeng at all.

They don't have any emotional basis at all, Zhan Zifeng just raped Su Mumu. When he was on the boat, he even wanted to kill Su Mumu.

What if the fact that Su Mumu was pregnant with Zhan Zifeng's child was made public and Zhan Zifeng was brought out?

Still doesn't work.

If this is the case, it will undoubtedly be Ling Chi's pain for Su Mumu.

Originally, she was raped and pregnant with a child, which was a big blow to her.

If she is still exposed, she will be more and more unable to bear it.

Such a dangerous thing should not be done.

"Let me think about how to get Zhan Zifeng to stand up." Xiong Miaoxiu frowned, thinking distressedly.

"Don't worry, it's not going to happen for a while." Song Mingzhe comforted him, pushing the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose habitually.

Xiong Miao came back to his senses, that’s right, it didn’t happen for a while, seeing his hair tucked in front of his eyes, with a bunch of curls on the top of his head, he couldn’t help being laughed at: “Look at you, how long has it been since you had a haircut?” .”

Bear Meow laughed.

Her water-colored eyes stared at his hair and laughed at him, Song Mingzhe scratched his head embarrassedly: "I stay at home every day, I haven't gone out much."

"When I came here just now, I saw that you have a hair salon downstairs. Come on, come downstairs with me, and you can cut your long hair by the way." Xiong Miao said.

The way she gets along with Song Mingzhe has always been so casual and warm.

It's like being the big sister next door, taking care of the younger brother.

"Alright then." Song Mingzhe scratched his head.

Xiong Miao talked to Aunt Song, and went downstairs with Song Mingzhe.

Xiong Miao led him to the haircutting place: "Go in and cut it, I'll go first."

"Hey, meow." Seeing that she was about to leave, Song Mingzhe held her back, with some grievances showing on his sunny and handsome face: "Come with me."

"You're such a big man, why do you need someone to accompany you to cut your hair?" Xiong Miao despised.

Song Mingzhe pushed his glasses, and said slightly puffed up: "In the past, my mother accompanied me to cut it. Sitting there alone is too boring, like a fool."

"Then you cut your hair, what am I doing?"

"Playing with the phone."

Xiong Miao: "..." I'd better go back.

She wanted to leave, but Song Mingzhe held her tightly.

The way his big kid looked at her innocently and beggingly was really drunk.

Well, Xiong Miao lost to him.

Anyway, the children haven't finished school yet, so they will be alone when they go back.

"How will I get in if you don't let go?" Xiong Miao glanced at him.

Song Mingzhe realized that she had agreed, and immediately let go of her hand excitedly.

Walk into the barber room with Xiong Miao.

"What kind of haircut do you want, sir?" asked the barber.

"Ask her." Song Mingzhe looked at Xiong Miao.