The back garden of the hotel.
Ji Baijian was not looking very happy.
Song Zhizhi did not pay him any mind. She was deep in thought. The milk was such a good way to feed the drug to her father; why would Nie Wenzhi not choose that method? Was the woman really that cautious? She made sure not to leave even a single trail of evidence behind?
"I think your family may have encountered a really formidable enemy," Ji Baijian told her bluntly, "Who could be the mastermind behind the scenes laying down this scheme? It's so meticulous as well..."
Song Zhizhi looked at Ji Baijian. She wanted to hear what he had to say.
However, he merely shrugged his shoulders and said, "There's no way I'd know."
Song Zhizhi bit her lip.
Who the hell... was it?!
