Murder... prison?
How could his sister, Nan Ze, go to a place like prison?
No matter what, he would never allow such a thing to happen!
"Is it serious?" Zhi Mei's eyebrows furrowed like ink brush strokes, her eyes filled with urgency and worry. "Third Brother, Wanwan is my only friend, don't hide it from me."
If it was just a small matter, Mu Jin Huan wouldn't have called him at all.
Nan Ze's face was dark and stormy, tangled with complex emotions as he looked at the woman. She was someone he protected under his wings. So was Wanwan. They had known each other for a long time.
Perhaps today he could find an excuse to keep it from her, but by tomorrow she might hear about it.
There was no extra time to think, so he lowered his voice and said, "Someone died, it's quite troublesome."
Upon hearing that, the clothes Shen Zhimei held in her hand fell to the ground with a thud.
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Qing City.
North Shore Villa, study room.
