"It's just that each of these people has their own personal agendas, the only one without a hidden agenda might be Shi Shengde."
"The possibility that Rong Jing wasn't present that night is quite high; I've had some dealings with the Rong Family, they're cautious, cunning, ambitious, yet proceed carefully."
"Going directly to the crime scene carries too much risk; a signed equity transfer contract sent to him will suffice."
"As for whether the Rong Family knows about Wu Rong, I can't be certain."
"Uncle, do you think... my guess is reasonable?"
Bai Sidong looks at the coffee table, where all the clues on a printed A4 paper are connected into a line.
There are several question marks among them, but...
"I didn't realize my niece has a talent for being a detective."
Su Xiaomeng chuckles dryly,
"I don't want anything to do with these mental tasks..."
It's too painful; a pure white A4 paper covered not by her talents, not by giftedness, but by the evil of human nature.
