Mr. Smith feigned a smile and said, "That's really a shame. Maybe next time."
"Let's arrange for next time."
It seemed like the matter had come to an end.
But one of the clueless teammates exclaimed, "Mr. Smith, your arm is bleeding. Were you injured during the fight?"
Upon hearing that, Ning Fan was completely stunned.
Alice really has a knack for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time, unwittingly giving a motive for murder.
"Just now!"
Upon hearing those words, Mrs. Smith's pupils contracted,
while Mr. Smith's right hand was unknowingly reaching behind his waist.
"Alice, how do you know my husband was injured?"
Mrs. Smith still maintained her faint smile, but her eyes were cold like iciness that couldn't be scraped off.
"It was just during the dance, wasn't it?"
Just like an elephant never cares about the cries of an ant, not to mention a confused elephant.
Alice hadn't noticed the odd atmosphere and honestly recounted the previous scene.
