Bo Jinghang hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should tell her the truth he had found so far.
But the event from that day was an indelible memory. If it remained unresolved, Qin Yiren certainly couldn't bear it.
However, based on the current investigation, Zhao Xiaolu was merely a tool in someone else's hands. The real culprit was still at large and clearly had no intention of confessing.
"Jinghang?" Seeing his somber expression and silence, Qin Yiren's heart hung in suspense. "Could we have mistaken the person?"
If it wasn't Zhao Xiaolu who hurt her that day, it meant their previous suspicions were completely wrong, and they'd have to start afresh to track down that man.
Not to mention the workload involved, all the effort Bo Jinghang had put in these days would be wasted.
Her hand tightened beside her, Qin Yiren, filled with anticipation yet afraid of getting hurt, watched the man nervously, waiting for his answer.
As if aware of her tension.
