Mo Xiuchen stepped out of the living room, Qing Feng and Qing Yang were already in the car, waiting at the front gate.
In such a season, with a large temperature difference between morning and evening, he wore only a shirt and a suit, feeling a slight chill.
Even the words that slipped from his thin lips seemed to carry a trace of the season's coolness: "Ah Mu, are you talking about Li En?"
"Do you suspect him too?"
Qin Mu's voice contained a hint of surprise as well as years of understanding between brothers.
"Yes, the specifics, we'll talk when I pick you up. But for now, you can call him to say hello first."
Mo Xiuchen paused slightly; this suspicion was not without reason.
"I've already made the call, whether it's him or not, since we suspect it, we might as well check it out."
In the depth of Qin Mu's voice, there was a sense of certainty.
