I had no ill intentions.
That sentence was like a curse, constantly swirling in Yuran's mind.
She called Qi Younian, "Qi Younian, how's the investigation going that I asked you about before?"
Qi Younian didn't know why Yuran was suddenly asking this question, but he reported what he knew, "I found some leads, but they all ended abruptly."
Yuran tightened her grip on her phone, "What do you mean?"
Qi Younian, "It's as if someone is intentionally hiding something."
Yuran, "A few days ago, when I joined the crew, I met Xi Nian, and he said that I look a lot like Fu Yuran. I don't know how much he knows, but I always feel that he seems very amiable."
Qi Younian, "Amiable? Are you talking about Xi Nian? Do you remember the initial opinion you had of him? What did you say to Xi Nian that made you change your mind so quickly?"
Yuran didn't know how to explain; her mind was filled with hazy memories that were unclear, and she couldn't find any clues.
