Bi Xia walked to the crime scene under the puzzled gazes of the crowd. She pulled out a chair, turned it around, placed one foot on the seat, and with a flick of her long robe, she flipped and sat on the chair, leaning diagonally against the armrest.
The boy sitting on the chair like a boss made Xu Renfei's mouth twitch slightly. He lightly coughed, tapped his jade flute against his palm, glanced around with his peach blossom eyes, hooked another chair with his foot, then turned and sat down, crossing his legs, casually playing with the jade flute as he raised an eyebrow at Miss Wang and the others.
Although he was still in a cloud of confusion, his momentum was unwavering!
Landlord Wang glanced at Miss Wang and stepped forward, "I wonder if the two gentlemen are certain who killed Chang Xian. Is this true?"
Bi Xia lazily lifted her gaze, "Landlord Wang seems a bit scared."
Landlord Wang paused momentarily, then smiled, "What is there for me to be afraid of?"
