"But... after so many years, how can we investigate? Could there be some misunderstanding? Just relying on one person's words isn't credible enough, right?" Fu Qin tentatively probed, careful not to show too much.
Yet a chill swept across the bottom of her heart.
Why was this Brother J lingering like an unyielding ghost?
That woman had been dead for so long, yet he was still clinging to this issue.
Was he seeking death?
Fu Qin clenched her hands tightly, feeling inexplicably irritable and uneasy.
"Only things that have happened can be investigated," Si Chen snorted coldly. His narrow phoenix eyes bore a touch of chill as he stood up, regardless of the time, ready to make a phone call.
"Achen..." Fu Qin's heart chilled, and she suddenly reached out to grab his hand.
Seeing him look down at her with confusion, Fu Qin realized she had almost lost control and quickly put on a coy and bashful expression, "It's so late, shouldn't we rest first?"
