"Aren't you going in?"
As he was staring, Ding Yuwei suddenly leaned in close and murmured.
Shen Xin leaned back reflexively, his expression a little unnatural. "What do you mean?"
Ding Yuwei looked at Shen Xin with a half-smile. "Weren't you planning on cracking this case the same way you did the Liu Laibin one? So get in there. Go talk to this…"
She sucked in a sharp breath, clicking her tongue as she commented, "I know it's a little ugly, but maybe it's like that crocodile Lyle—not only shy, but it might even sing for you."
Shen Xin stared fixedly at Ding Yuwei and waved a hand dismissively. "Stop messing around."
Sing?
'If this thing could stand up, it'd probably grab me and use me as a microphone.'
"You guessed?"
Shen Xin asked, not without some embarrassment.
Ding Yuwei hummed in agreement. "I guessed the moment you chose this case."
Shen Xin shot back, "Then why didn't you stop me?"
'If you'd already guessed, you should have said something sooner!'
