"Ah..."
He Ruomei nodded nervously, "Alright..."
She sat down awkwardly, rubbing her hands on her thighs.
She sat to Jiangli's right, facing away from the balcony. As she rubbed her hands, the long sleeves of her loungewear rolled up slightly, revealing her arm.
Jiangli's eyes narrowed.
He Ruomei clasped her hands again and asked proactively, "What, what do you want to ask?"
Meng Hongyao looked at Jiangli, Fu Shiyan, and the others.
Seeing that neither of them intended to speak, Meng Hongyao could only begin the questioning herself.
"This time, we are here for Wu Jianhan and the missing guests at your inn. I believe you already know some of this from the phone call."
He Ruomei nodded, "I actually don't know much about the missing guests at the inn, because I seldom go there. But I've heard my husband talk about it, and the police have come to our home to ask questions before. Mostly, it's my husband who answers. If you're asking me, you probably won't learn much."
