Bai Muchuan's black eyes seemed deep. He replied with a question, "Suspecting what?"
Xiang Wan snorted lightly. "Suspect that there's a problem about her car accident."
"And then?" asked Bai Muchuan.
"The unhappiness and conflict among the two families could have been too deep to quit, too hopeless to mend. Perhaps Zhao Jiahang's death might be related to the Xu family?"
A lot of plots started to pop up in Xiang Wan's head, and she really felt like prattling on but managed to keep herself in control.
As she continued to think about it, she fused the reality and her novel into one, and let her imagination run freely.
Bai Muchuan raised an eyebrow with an indifferent face. "We're solving cases, not writing novels! I only believe in evidence."
Not again!
Xiang Wan remembered he had once said that authors liked to make inferences, while the police looked for clues and evidence.
