"There's really not a drop left," Song Yinghan mimicked Yuchi's words, looking at the empty kettle.
Yuchi nodded.
Feeling the expectation in the beauty's eyes, he took out two chopsticks and said, "There are two main points of doubt regarding this matter. Once we understand these two doubts, the case will be solved."
Song Yinghan nodded eagerly.
Yuchi placed one chopstick down first: "First, the person from the Demon-slaying Bureau, why did they kill Ling Huzhong? You must know this kind of thing is extremely risky."
He then placed the second chopstick in front of Song Yinghan: "Second, does this matter really have nothing to do with the missing persons case? Are those files really just for show?"
Song Yinghan immediately went into a contemplative state, staring at the chopsticks with a brain completely blank, her ability to think already stalled.
A little while later, as Yuchi refilled the kettle, she said bitterly, "Mr. Yuchi, take your time, I can't keep up with you."
