Secret?
Jiang Tingxu was not stupid. She guessed it almost instantly.
If it was true, then what kind of secret would make people spend so much effort to plan and set up all of this?
From twenty years ago until now?
And several lives were even used to pay the price?
"This..."
She subconsciously took a few steps back.
He held his wife's hand again.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Jiang Tingxu was indeed much more relieved. She frowned and pursed her lips.
"I'm fine, Mo Boyuan, you..."
"What?"
She took a deep breath.
"Do you have anyone you suspect?"
Jiang Tingxu had never questioned the man's guess from the beginning.
The man hummed softly.
"Who?"
"If I'm not mistaken, it's the one in a few."
Jiang Tingxu was shocked again.
How could it be?
Jiang Tingxu had naturally seen the few people who often appeared on television.
