Qu Fulan was momentarily unsure of how to respond.
If she were to say she suspected there was more to the case, what would be her grounds for suspicion?
She certainly couldn't say she read it in a novel, could she?
The key issue was that even the novel didn't explain clearly, which left her unsure about how to approach it—she just wanted to take a look at the records and might gain some inspiration.
While she hesitated on how to answer, he spoke again, "You suspect there is more to this case—what do you know?"
"I don't know anything, otherwise I wouldn't want to look. If you feel it's difficult, just forget it." After she spoke, she closed her eyes.
Pei Ji'an's low voice sounded in her ear, "Are you upset?"
"No."
He sighed lightly, "I didn't say I wouldn't let you see it."
She opened her eyes, "Can you really get it for me to look at?"
"Of course. Although it's against the rules, letting you have a look shouldn't be a problem." He pinched her cheek.
