Zhang Xinjie's every conversation these past few days had been automatically recorded by the computer. Every phone call made, the audio was saved.
Just as Fu Shihan had thought before, uncovering the truth was a simpler matter for him than trying to please Su Wanxin. Now that Su Wanxin believed in him, naturally, he felt even less pressured.
Zhang Xinjie was relaxing at home, leisurely, and in a rather good mood. At half-past ten in the evening, as she was sitting in the living room watching a movie, she heard the sound of the door opening. Turning her head to look, she saw Zhang Yiyun returning with a stern face.
"Dad."
Zhang Xinjie called out to him. Zhang Yiyun responded with a noncommittal hum, entered the house, and walked past the sofa. Then, as if remembering something, he turned around and sat down beside Zhang Xinjie.
"Have you been in contact with Jun Yishu recently?"
