Zhao Anan was not a cold, unfeeling person and regarded Zheng Jing as one of her close friends.
She had been so furious and hit Zheng Jing out of frustration a moment ago.
But if she was supposed to admit her mistake, she would never do it. So she snorted at Zheng Jing and continued with her wandering.
After strolling for sometime, Zhao Anan suddenly realized something and asked dubiously, "Something is not right. Mr. Zheng, what are you doing here? This place is at least one hour away from your place, too."
Zheng Jing chuckled inside his heart. What a silly girl! It took her such a long while before she realized that something was amiss about the situation.
Although he was smirking inside, he looked serious and said without changing his expression, "A murder occurred here, so I am here to investigate the site. I am checking the path to find out how the murderer could have escaped."
