Li Hanxiao thought to herself that she wanted to trust him, but her mind was in turmoil. She kept feeling like it wasn't that simple. Recalling how openly he spoke at the stairway, saying if she had any questions, she could ask. It felt like he was blatantly stating that what happened with Li Sisi was something perfectly natural.
"I mean, I don't suspect him—"
Upon hearing this, the other two became even more tense. When they were dealing with Li Sisi, she kept muttering: The evidence is in my mom's hands.
"Since you don't even suspect our leader, Teacher Li, aren't you just troubling yourself with these questions?" Gao Dashuai said, as if he were about to kneel and beg for mercy, "Spare us, Teacher Li, you're dragging us all into the quagmire of your own making."
Her gaze moved from Gao Dashuai's troubled expression to the impassive face of her old classmate.
