Qiao Lian halted and froze.
Shen Liangchuan was speaking in a very low and soft voice, as though afraid that someone would overhear them.
For reasons unknown to even herself, she gulped, stood still outside the door and did not reenter the room.
A thought flashed through her mind.
If there was a person who was familiar with things around the house and who had unrestricted access to Shen Liangchuan's study… it would have to be Song Yuanxi and almost no one else.
Song Yuanxi… Song Yuanxi again.
She had the nagging feeling that she had overlooked something as another thought eluded her in a flash.
She immediately shook her head. No, she should trust Shen Liangchuan. Shen Liangchuan had said that the perpetrator wasn't Song Yuanxi. If he said it wasn't her, then it couldn't have been her.
Concerning the fact that Shen Liangchuan had asked this question now, surely he had his own reasons for it.
