"I'll help you seek the truth and avenge Xiner's death!" Mu Chenyan said firmly.
When Zhao Yanni heard Mu Chenyan's words, the hesitation in her eyes deepened.
"Miss Mu, is what you say for real?"
Mu Chenyan nodded.
Zhao Yanni's lips quivered, her eyes were humble and persistent as if she had seen a little hope.
"Why would you want to do that?"
When Mu Chenyan heard Zhao Yanni's question, she chuckled bitterly, "Aunty Zhao, you've got a poor memory. Have you forgotten? I was also once a murder suspect."
Zhao Yanni was stunned as if she had just recalled such an event. She mumbled softly, "I've never suspected you."
Hearing that, Mu Chenyan felt rather surprised. As the mother of the victim, Zhao Yanni had actually said that she had never suspected her.
"Why's that?" Mu Chenyan asked.
