"Yes, I've been investigating in this direction lately. But eight years have passed, and the car has been destroyed. Proving that the car was tampered with is easier said than done."
The group fell silent again.
Fu Nancheng suspected that Qiao Dehou probably didn't know the car had been tampered with either; otherwise, he wouldn't have used underhanded means to cover up the accident back then.
Coincidentally, Xiao Mo also suffers from amnesia, so she has been shouldering this blame solidly for eight years.
Now, what comforts him the most is her amnesia, even if it means she has forgotten about him.
At least she doesn't have to bear the burden of so many lives, doesn't have to wake up from nightmares every day, doesn't have to feel guilty or remorseful.
Fu Nancheng lowered his gaze. Analyzing it this way, many things began to make sense.
