Facing Zhang Xiaowei's teasing, Han Xue shyly pushed his hand away.
The two of them returned to the car, and Han Xue suddenly remembered.
"By the way, are we going back now? What if Ma Xulai looks for us tomorrow?"
"With Qian Jiahao as the scapegoat, do you think Ma Xulai will still come looking for us?"
Zhang Xiaowei snorted with a hint of helplessness, shaking his head.
Seeing Zhang Xiaowei's certainty, Han Xue's expression became unnatural.
"If that's really the case, then this matter has nothing to do with us, right?"
"It definitely has nothing to do with us."
Zhang Xiaowei replied without hesitation.
Upon hearing this, Han Xue immediately became anxious: "Then how are we going to get the evidence of Ma Xulai's crimes, and how can we ensure those people aren't deceived by him?"
This was indeed the biggest problem.
"Now that things have developed to this point, we can't stop it. Even if those people get fooled, they'll just have to accept it."
