"Ren Qing'an, stop pretending. You might be able to fool others, but what's the point of feigning mental illness in front of me? The day you came in, I could tell. You're just trying to save your own skin..."
Inside the hospital room, Zheng Changliang's voice echoed.
"Did Li Weian send you here?"
As soon as the words were spoken.
Ren Qing'an's voice responded.
Chen Fang's heart skipped a beat.
Because the voice sounded too clear, too normal – nothing like what a mentally ill person would express.
Zheng Changliang stood with his hands behind his back.
Casually said, "Yes, he sent me. I suppose you know what he wants me to do."
Ren Qing'an nodded.
Sighed deeply.
Spoke, "I held on, hoping to see the day when the truth would come to light. Unfortunately, it's just a figment of my imagination."
Upon hearing this.
Zheng Changliang sneered.
