Ma Qiang and Fang Ming exchanged a glance, their faces filled with disbelief.
Is this child... really just a child?
They had long heard of the Yue Family's fame, yet nobody mentioned that their son was such a prodigy.
Could it be that their line of work also had a familial legacy?
Cao Qi chuckled dryly, flattering, "Truly, a case of 'like father, like son'."
Yan Qiying's lips curled slightly, showing not a hint of modesty, "It would be more accurate to say 'the student outshines the master.'"
The crowd: "..."
Upon being praised, Yan Sinian's brow furrowed slightly, "Are you done over there?"
Yan Qiying immediately became serious, "Subconjunctival hemorrhage in the eye, petechiae under the skin of the neck, evidence of past bleeding in the wall of the external auditory canal, and distension of the jugular veins."
Cao Qi lost his smile, "You mean, the child's death really is suspicious?"