Bai Muchuan placed the piece of paper into an evidence bag and returned to the room.
By now, the woman's mood had calmed down by a lot. Nevertheless, when Bai Muchuan's cold gaze landed on her, the tension and fright she felt was so obvious and the woman quickly looked down to avoid looking at him.
Bai Muchuan carried the evidence bag and stopped before her.
"Who drew this?"
Wang Xinggui's shoulder moved as she winced. She looked up for a glance and quickly lowered her head.
"I don't know. I've… never seen this before… I don't know…"
"You don't know?" Bai Muchuan grunted coldly, "This is found inside your house. How can you not know?"
After that, he looked at Wang Xinggui's dull-faced son again.
"Did you draw this?"
Feng Kui looked at the picture Bai Muchuan was holding and shook his head.
"Who drew this then?"
"I don't know." His answer was the same as Wang Xinggui.
