An Ying was startled for a moment.
The atmosphere inside the interrogation suddenly seemed to become cold.
He just suddenly stopped answering.
He didn't talk, nor did he look at Bai Muchuan. His pale face under the light seemed dejected and his eyes were blank…
Xiang Wan's eyes were glued to An Ying - she did not want to miss any of his expressions.
When a man falls into a panicked silence in the face of a sudden, unexpected question, it was proof that the question had struck him.
Was it a soft spot? Or something he didn't want anyone to know? Or were there other reasons?
Living things might look alike, but minds were not.
The mind was a complicated thing for one might not even understand themselves well.
That moment, what he portrayed to them, was his true self.
For a long time, Bai Muchuan didn't speak.