Lv Qingzhu stood behind the others, looking at Fan Yuanhai's corpse, her eyes full of suspicion.
She was very clear that when she left, there was no corpse of Fan Yuanhai in this ruined temple, but now Fan Yuanhai was here, and had become a dried corpse.
Lv Qingzhu's gaze swept across Duan Rong's side profile; she remembered that when she and Ah Mo reached the official road, Fan Yuanhai had asked her about Duan Rong.
Lv Qingzhu had already guessed eight out of ten in her mind. Fan Yuanhai should have been killed by Duan Rong.
Duan Rong felt Lv Qingzhu's gaze; he turned his head and his gaze collided with hers.
From Lv Qingzhu's clear and resolute gaze at him, Duan Rong immediately understood that Lv Qingzhu had already guessed that he killed Fan Yuanhai.
Duan Rong's eyes were deep, staring at Lv Qingzhu.
Lv Qingzhu pressed her lips together, avoiding Duan Rong's gaze. She was not one to meddle in others' affairs, and besides, she had no evidence.
