Wen Yu was stunned there, her flickering gaze wandering between Mu Xiaojiu and Baili Xia.
Baili Xia and Mu Xiaojiu merely looked at her indifferently, saying no more.
The opportunity had been given to her; whether she could seize it was up to her.
Wen Yu's eyebrows drooped, weighing things in her mind.
A few minutes later, she finally made up her mind and raised her head again.
"Alright, I'll say it. I've always felt sorry for Xiaxia about this matter, so I initially didn't want to bring it up."
Mu Xiaojiu's fist tightened further. There was too much nonsense; he hated this feeling of waiting.
But on this matter, he had no choice but to make some concessions.
Wen Yu gently exhaled, adjusted her breathing, and continued to speak.
"In the detention center, it was indeed the people arranged by Mr. Baili who assassinated old Mr. Baili."
In an instant, a mist veiled Baili Xia's trembling eyes.
