The man sipped the foreign liquor in his glass and curved his thin lips, "Why would you have such suspicion?"
Li Qiao pressed her lips together, chuckling lightly, "Maybe... intuition."
She knew her thought was bizarre; Mo Jue, whether by age or experience, seemed to have no basis for comparison with the Mu family's children.
Yet, it was clearly written in "The Autobiography of the Stock God" that Mu Aofan's second sister's child went down to the seabed with that car.
Alive, there was no trace; dead, there was no corpse.
But what if... the child wasn't in the car?
That possibility was not nonexistent.
Li Qiao's gaze flickered, and once again, she looked towards Mo Jue by the lake, a spark of insight flashing in her eyes, "The auction house procedures for the Mu family should almost be finished, right?"
Hearing this, Shang Yu set down his wine glass, swiveled his high-backed chair to face Li Qiao and raised an eyebrow profoundly, "Want to access the shareholder records?"
