"By the time I got here, he was already like this, and I notified you all immediately," Wen Wen said in a low voice.
Lin Zheyuan turned his head to look, and with that one glance, Wen Wen's heart sank abruptly.
Anger, interrogation, suspicion, distrust—the eyes could reveal so many things.
"You really do suspect me. It makes sense, though. Something happened right after you'd finished investigating me. Even I would suspect myself," Wen Wen said with a bitter smile.
"Uncle Gong came here to give you advice, and only the two of us knew about it," Lin Zheyuan said coldly.
Wen Wen shrugged and replied, "I'm not as foolish as you think. Even if there was something wrong with me, I wouldn't choose to strike at this time. Besides, Uncle Gong and I had a good chat."
"Had a good chat..."
Lin Zheyuan took a bloodstained notebook out of Uncle Gong's pocket and as he flipped through it, seeing Uncle Gong's handwriting, the suspicion on his face lessened a bit.