Xuxu looked at Yan Rusheng who was at the driver's seat. She was curious, and so she asked, "Who do you think is the whistle-blower? How could the person know so much in details?"
She was now as curious as a baby. There was a cunning smile on Yan Rusheng's face, and he nonchalantly said, "I don't care who the person is, but I'm pretty certain that he's a good person."
Xuxu pursed her lips and wore a worried frown. She said, "I do feel that this person is helping us. But if Fang Jiayin really takes legal action and the police found out that the culprit doesn't have any evidence, then he'll be guilty of slander."
"My wife, you really shouldn't be concerned about this at all." Yan Rusheng started to get annoyed. "You don't even know the culprit, so why are you so worried?"
There was a tinge of jealousy in his tone.
