Yan Sijia, although a bit confused, couldn't help but applaud Lu Yinfeng's brilliant reasoning.
True to a mystery novelist, she could think of such intricate ideas!
"It makes complete sense that this happened to Lu Yuzhen," Yan Sijia nodded in agreement, "She has always been that kind of person."
Lu Yinfeng did not argue.
Lu Yuzhen's nature was heavily influenced by her mother.
Yan Sijia's gaze suddenly drifted off, as if she remembered something.
Lu Yinfeng asked, "Sijia, did you remember something else?"
Yan Sijia snapped back to reality, shaking her head, "No... nothing."
Then, Yan Sijia awkwardly changed the subject, shifting it to Mo Nanze.
"Actually, Mo Nanze asked me the same question last night," Yan Sijia said, "Yinfeng, he doesn't trust you."
Lu Yinfeng's gaze flickered, her eyes half-closed, somewhat dim.
"I don't blame him," Lu Yinfeng said flatly.