Having left the restaurant, Thirteen couldn't help but ask, "Miss, are you really giving him half a month to find the killer? I think this guy is slick; he's not honest."
"Rather than giving him half a month, it's more like we're giving ourselves half a month. We just got back to Huaxia, and the police are watching us. Our foundation is not yet stable, so it's not appropriate to clash head-on. Just give me some time to stand firm, and then we can settle the score with him slowly," said He Mengji coldly.
"If the person really wasn't killed by him, I mean, what if he's innocent, are you really going to let him off?" Thirteen asked, unconvinced.
"Let him off? How would I be able to mix in the domestic circles if I did? People would surely talk behind my back, saying I didn't even resist when someone stepped on my head. Do you think I could still get by in our country?" He Mengji said icily.
"Then why did you treat him that way just now?" Thirteen asked, puzzled.
