Up to this point, the situation had evolved beyond their control.
Yan Jingting was a businessman, not a politician. Even if he had connections to deal with such matters, he still couldn't cross certain lines.
Chu Zhiyi steadied her heart and said, "Do I look like someone without any rationale? I just want to check if that little girl really died."
If she hadn't, then Chu Xinghe would still have a relative; if she had…
It would at least provide closure for him.
Chu Zhiyi hated Chu Heng to death, yet she pitied that little girl and her mother.
"Do you think she's really dead?"
That baby, lucky to escape, whose life and death remained uncertain.
Yan Jingting looked deeply at Chu Zhiyi, added her favorite dish to her plate, and without answering her question, said, "Chu Heng's company is about to be investigated in the next few days. I heard your TV station is going to invite a group of reporters to document the process."