บท 213: Suspicion

There was a faint and familiar fragrance in the air.

He seemed to have smelled this fragrance just now. Was it an illusion?

Han Liubai lay on the bed and vaguely sensed someone enter. He turned his head with great effort and saw Lin Qingqian standing at the door in a daze.

"Director Lin…" He pursed his lips, his voice still very weak.

Lin Qingqian came back to her senses and restrained the doubts in her eyes. She walked to the bed and sat down as if nothing had happened. "Do you feel better?"

Han Liubai's throat moved as he nodded.

Seeing that his lips were a little dry, Lin Qingqian poured a glass of water, inserted a straw, and brought it to his mouth. "Drink some water."

"Thank you."

He finished most of the glass of water and said slowly, "Have you caught the culprit?"

Lin Qingqian nodded. "They said that he has mental problems, but we're still investigating the details."