Lin Chuan looked at Yang Zi, whose face was filled with anger, and said, "Fine, let's put this aside for now. Was it you who orchestrated the car accident involving Secretary Tang's assistant, Xiao Xue?"
"Lin Chuan, let me tell you, don't arbitrarily pin crimes on me." Yang Zi neither admitted nor denied.
Lin Chuan took a deep breath and said, "I must find out the truth about Xiao Xue's death. I hope it wasn't you."
"Lin Chuan, since you don't believe me, why come to me at all? If you have evidence, just accuse me. Leave, I don't want to see you again." Yang Zi's enthusiasm completely vanished. Her eyes were filled with despair, yet there was a hint of expectation.
The despair was due to Lin Chuan's attitude towards her, the expectation was the hope that Lin Chuan could come back to her embrace.
Lin Chuan didn't say another word, turned around, opened the office door, and walked out.
